I quietly lean against the car and bring out my lighter and cigarette to use as an outlet for my jumbled thoughts. I am sorry Rex.
But anything at all is fair in war.
Nothing matters as long as one wins. I say within myself as I watch him slowly approach. But then his car later stops, no longer moving back or forward. A group of us immediately sprint towards it. On getting closer, we see smoke enveloping the car.
I hurriedly run faster than the others because I know that he has asthma and the smoke is way more dangerous for him than others. Reaching it, I see him passed out inside. The door would not open, I break the window glass with my elbow and unlocked it from inside. Curtis quickly starts checking for a pulse as we got him out and laid flat him on the ground because he understands a little medical stuff as his parents operate one of the private largest hospital facilities in the country.
