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I saw the café's stuff as they appeared from the kitchen, not completely
understanding what was going on.. One of them tried to object, so he received a
hit in the jaw from the back of a gun, which kept him quiet.. A fat guy with huge
nose told the rest nervously to follow our instructions and not to fight.. I like
this type of victims, that help us without even asking them..
Hiding behind my dark glasses, I watched them as they joined the rest who
were sitting with their hands raised above their heads, and fear was just in every
move they made and every breath they took.. Plain uncontrollable fear.. They
starred at us with wide eyes that kept tracing every move any of us made..
I leaned on the main door of the place, studying them, trying to evaluate them..
Will any of them try to fight, or will it be a quick easy and go..? The horror in
their eyes showed that they didn't want anything other than going out of this
place alive..
In such stressful moments, people almost only think of how fragile life is, and
how easily it can be taken from them in just a second.. A second after which
they only become a memory in the minds of their loved ones.. A memory that
can stay with them for a few hours.. Days.. Even years..!! Then end up forgotten,
covered by dust and life just drags the people who once couldn't live without
them in its daily race that's more than enough to make people forget anything..
Tears started to appear in some eyes.. are they wondering what will we do to
them after we get what we wanted..? will we leave them alive..? will we kill them
anyway..?
I saw the blond girl as she was padding nervously on her little girl's hair, while
whispering in her ears.. Was she trying to comfort her by telling her if she stayed
quiet everything will be okay..?