Her body relaxed, all the fear and tension flooding out of her body like a burst balloon. But that wasn't the only thing that flowed out. A dark red thick liquid ran down her forehead, matting her hair and painting the barbed wire around her which she sank further into. A quick shot to the brain; there was no pain. No physical pain at least. Her fingers had twitched like mine seconds after her death, the last lingering electrical impulses trying to save her lifeless body, like a small child shaking someone as if that would wake them up from death. But Death had already checked her into the land of the lost; there was no bringing her back now.

A loud thud rang in my ears as the gun I had been carrying slipped out of my hands, falling onto the ground in front of her face. My legs soon followed as I collapsed to my knees and any food I had eaten earlier today lurched out of my stomach until my body was as empty as my head was. Until I was as empty as Kirsten's eyes were. They were still open, a sadness circling the emptiness. My hand shook as I carefully placed it on her eyes, shutting them and leaving my hand there, on her face for a moment, appreciating the warmth of her skin before it dispersed into the atmosphere, lost forever.

The world around me then became loud enough to notice. Children were still screaming and their mothers and fathers trying to carry them away or shut them up; had they been there this whole time? I hadn't noticed. But now my vision was no longer blurred, all my other sense seemed to erupt and magnify the world. The taste and scent of acid began to burn my tongue and nose and I immediately spat out to try to clean my mouth. Grabbing my gun, I used it like a walking stick to stand back up, gripping onto the wall to steady myself as I felt my stomach churning once again. No. I needed to get a handle on this, I could break down later. Clearing my throat, I walked backwards along the wall until I reached the ladder I had come over and in a matter of minutes, I was over the wall, never to see Kirsten or her body lying there in the wire again. Yet I knew I'd see her in my nightmares for the rest of my existence, I knew this scene would play back over in my head thousands of times. But now was not the time.

Walking to the crowd of people gathered at the wall, I shook my head, pushing away all emotions and putting on my emotionless face. The small children had now been taken away but there were still quite a few men and women gathered. I pushed through them, moving them to the side with my gun, apologising to them inside as I saw each of them flinch with fear at feeling the gun at their side. A tall guy stood in the centre of the crowd looking down, ashamed? Caesar stood beside him, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other holding his gun against the man's throat. Caesar smirked towards me.

"Look what I found. I bet he was with the girl, he was screaming her name and all sorts." I looked towards the man. He was perhaps a couple of years younger than me, but older than Kirsten. Could he have helped her? Was he the reason she made this stupid trip? Anger began to rise in my chest; he was the reason she was dead. My eyes began to narrow and I walked forwards towards him. He was about my height so I could still stare him in the eyes.

"Look at me!" I shouted into his face, my fingers beginning to twitch. He sighed and then looked up, his face showing a careless, laid back emotion. He didn't even care she was dead? I grabbed his shirt in my hand and threw him onto the floor, his head hitting the ground with a blood curdling crack. He winced and then looked up towards me as I pointed the gun to his head again. But I stopped. This wasn't me. The anger started to fizzle away and I saw the man's eyes. He had let his mask fade away and now I could see the pain and sadness engulfing him in his eyes. But I needed to do this; Caesar was standing just a few paces behind me. I could feel his anger building up because this was his kill, but I could also feel his smirk because this guy was still getting his punishment. Caesar wasn't a friend; he would tell the officers if I didn't shoot this man. Unless..