Noises of firearms continued popping all over the place. Moans, screams, cries, wails, groans from the wounded were heard everywhere, creating a symphony of eerie sounds, sounds that marked the line between life and death. So thin was the line that existed just in a blink: one moment one heard cries, the next they sounded dead silent as new bullets hit human flesh. One person thus had left this world for good. Another went on groaning while expecting another round would soon rob him of his life.