Flee the scene

What have I done?

I stand in the hallway, gasping for air, holding a smoking gun in my hands. Sasha looks up at me in shock, still laying under the body. It takes a moment for my mind to register what just happened.

"Fuck. We've got to go." I say. Sasha lays there in silence.

Some neighbor comes out of his apartment and stops dead, taking in the scene.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I ask him. He goes back inside.

Sasha still hasn't moved. "Come on!" I yell at her.

I run back into the apartment, where I drop the gun and hastily start throwing my things into my bag. Sasha still hasn't said or done anything, so I go back out into the hallway.

"We've got to get out of here!" I tell her. "They'll kill you if you stay here!"

I go over to her, grab her attacker by his shirt, and roll him off of her. I feel my guts twisting and the contents of my stomach coming up when I make the mistake of looking at his head. I hurl over onto my hands and knees and lose every last bit.

"Get up." I gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. "Put your clothes on. Clean ones."

She sniffles, wipes her eyes, rises to her feet, and heads into the apartment. I go in with her and rush her through the process of getting dressed. It's only a matter of time before somebody comes looking for those two.

"Let's go!" I urge her as she puts on a coat.

"Where are we going?" She asks.

"Anywhere but here!" I answer. "East, I guess, the country, the woods."

"Shouldn't you... take the gun?" Sasha asks me as we leave the apartment.

"What the hell am I going to do with it?" I ask as we start down the stairs. "Carry it on the street?”

We burst through the doors and start walking briskly to the East. We're so lucky that nobody has come yet, and we're able to leave the building without any trouble.

"We forgot our bags." Sasha tells me.

"Fuck the bags." I tell her. "We can't go back there. We can't ever go back."