Date: 12/26/2019
By Joven8888
It was morning and I was watching people in an omniscient perspective. I was watching a not-so-busy narrow sidewalk in Divisoria, a huge marketplace-like area in the Philippines, bordered by two large cylindrical posts on the left and a shop or house on the right. Everyone was walking, proceeding with their lives until someone started running towards my direction, running like life depended on it. That person managed to escape, but those who ran late suddenly died. I saw two people get shot, they knelt down and fell while their bodies ooze and bathe in their own blood. After that situation, a child came from the direction near the source of the shooting towards my direction. She ran quickly and carefully, and when she managed to get near my position, she hid in the space between the two cylindrical posts which hid her and her shadow. She managed to escape.