Living Beyond the Blame Chapter 123

Bullets hit the wall and the smell of gunpowder filled the entire block.

Johnson huddled behind a refrigerator. His face was covered in black and gray stains. He was wearing very inappropriate clothes - a pink coat and a woolen skirt, with a hairpin on his head.

He closed his eyes, breathed rapidly, looked very scared, and his body was shaking slightly.

The whispering stopped, and Johnson remained huddled there, a corner of her skirt peeking out from behind the refrigerator.

The sound of leather boots stepping on rubble was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, the refrigerator that Johnson was leaning against flew up into the air. He fell to the ground in a mess and screamed in fear.