The Wall

95

Mouth wide, Happiness was staring at the monitor. The phone rang down on the floor, but she didn’t react.

The guy who’d been knocked down by the dog rolled out from underneath the animal and ran away. Both of her bosses were lying on the ground. As well as the female police officer. And the black male cop, too. The other people were scrambling for safety. The shooting resumed. She would have given anything for sound footage.

This had been a single group a moment ago, she thought. Now it was everyone for themselves, looking and turning and making decisions. Either the one side or the other.

She now caught sight of Hlaudi, who was gazing in one direction. He took a step that way before glancing across and deciding on that option. He flopped onto the ground more than he actually fell. So many muscles, Happiness recalled. But such a small cock. Sad.

The street was now empty. Except for the corpses. The others were concealed behind walls on both sides of the road. Were they shooting again? Happiness stared hard at the monitor, but she couldn’t tell.