Rumours of Janus

The boys on the shooting team start hearing rumours of a marksmen wunderkind. Janus.

Vlad saw a mangy looking dog sauntering down the street, stopping occasionally to forage in the rubble. Suddenly, the peaceful morning was shattered by the first gunfire of the day. The dog’s head snapped up looking in the direction of the sound, his ears perked up at the next volley of gunfire and he scampered off.

“Even a dog has sense enough to avoid war,” Vlad thought to himself. No more of the birds would be heard that day, leaving not silence but an eerie emptiness.

This was his third morning of lying-in-wait. The third morning without sleep, the third morning without eating, the third morning without his family, and the third morning of going over the events that had brought him here to kill his best friend. Those events played out over and over in his movie mind. In those three days his life had become an act of remembering.