Her body went limp, and luckily, the bullet hadn't exited her head and struck my arm, with which I held her head.
I put my arm down and fired a few more bullets inside her head before throwing her off.
I flipped the coin and saw that the woman on it did not change; the danger should be over.
Taking deep, labored breaths, I pulled my sweater up and pressed the fabric against my bleeding neck.
Damn it!
DAMN IT!
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
I hated myself for such a rookie mistake like hesitating while taking down an opponent, but I really have to be granted forgiveness.
Killing a child was already something really difficult to do for a normal human being, but killing a child while looking into their eyes, AND recognizing them, was even more difficult.
It was still dark around me, absolute silence, and the ominous wind was gone as well. I was really desperate for any kind of sound in this situation, at least chirping from crickets or anything, but there was none.
