It’s 4:15am and all night I have listened to the gunfire and taunts of the city’s mercenaries. At this very moment, I hear a man shouting in pain. He’s been shot and he’s begging for help. But clearly no one is coming. His fellow soldiers seem to have abandoned him.
Things have turned for the worst since Tambossa issued his taunt. He’s angered the UFLL, and now both they and the APR have launched free-for-alls against one another. I, along with many of the locals, remain indoors. It’s too hot even for an eager journalist right now.
Someone is shouting back at the wounded man but it’s hard to make out what he’s saying. The man has started calling for help again. I can hear the tears in his voice.
Oh lord. A single shot has just rung out. Everything is quiet, the gunshot echoing through the air.
I can sense the emotions within the surrounding homes. We’re all praying to hear that young man’s shouts again. But they will not come.