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I glanced down at my liberally blood smeared hands and my breath catches in my throat. The realization of what I've done felt like someone stabbed me in the gut and kept twisting the knife. Long shadows turned the corner and started creeping down the alley. There were six of them at least. This was it. There is no where to go, so I walk out with my hands above my head, the blood running down my arm and splattering on the concrete.