A brutal confrontation"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."A brutal confrontation10 hours ago in Settings More Like This
A hand grips my shoulder, and with one single motion, I'm pulled aside and slammed against the brick wall. Their laughing echoes through the contours of my mind, reverberating and ricocheting around inside my skull as I'm hit by both the excruciating noise of my own spine being crushed, and the acrid smell of alcohol, tobacco, and other pungent scents which I cannot place.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a fist rush towards my face and within seconds I'm delivered a blow to the jaw. And then another. And another. Each one hitting its target. I feel the blood drain from my face as realization hits me harder then each punch I continue to receive.
I'm going to be killed.
I begin to panic and try to fight back by running away, trying to force the tremendous weight that is the opposer off of my frail body. But it is no use as they quickly notice my desperate and feeble att