The deafening screams echoed through the cold night. As I heard the sound of gunshots, my ears started to ring. I panted as I ran, struggling to keep at a fast pace. Bodies were scattered everywhere, some still fighting for their lives. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to help. Many people had bad gunshot wounds, deep cuts and gashes, with giant pools of blood swarming around them. Soon, they would die. But there was nothing I could do for them. I kept running. I had to focus on what was ahead. The war was not over yet.