Two men quickly rush me and soon collapse in my field of view, blood pouring out of their mouths. I was too shocked to see my dead friend in front of my eyes to pay them any mind. The snow blocked most of him, but I could see his horrified eyes staring back at me, never blinking, never moving…just gazing at me.
"NO!" I screamed. I crawled to him like a worm but I didn't make it to him. I was picked up and carried away. His eyes stared at me, lifeless and continued to get further and further away. Then I finally noticed, surrounding him were bodies. The cloaked bodies of the assassins all surrounding him, blood strewn across the white snow.
'Then who's carrying me?' I wiggled, kicked and screamed trying to get away. I managed to knee the man in the face and he dropped me, holding onto his nose.
