The Wall

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Hlaudi landed chest-first on a cop’s leg when he hit the ground on the other side of the waist-high wall. The policeman screamed and kicked at him with his other leg. Another cop lying next to the one he’d just landed on stretched out an arm. Hlaudi wanted to call out something like “No!” or “Don’t!” but the shot had already been fired. A bullet was immediately shot back. The cop who had fired first collapsed dead. The officer right next to him pulled his gun out of its holster and hurled himself at the wall. Hlaudi knocked him off his feet, but he had already been hit by a bullet. They were taking non-stop fire from across the street. The man had been struck in the shoulder, and he was cradling his arm in pain.

“Give me that!” Hlaudi ordered him.

The intensity of the gunfire from the other side now abated. He glanced around quickly and saw Ludelwa lying on the ground, too. His coworker had her hand pressed to a wound in her throat, and she was bleeding profusely. She didn’t seem to be moving, either.

The wall on the other side of the street was only half as high as the one behind which they’d been able to take cover. Despite that, they were still putting up a good fight. The man who had brought the dog materialized beside him. He was also holding a gun. They nodded at each other and lifted themselves far enough over the wall to shoot. Hlaudi counted off their shots. One from him, one from dog man, one from him—a hit, one from dog man—another hit. They looked at each other and almost simultaneously fell backward.

“We got three of them.”

“How many are left?” dog man asked.

“Two or three.”

“Wait or keep going?”

“We outnumber them. If a couple of us can draw fire from here, we could take them from behind.”

Hlaudi held the dead cop’s hand above the wall. It was immediately hit by a bullet. Hlaudi dropped the arm. He and dog man started off. Back behind the house here, then on to the next one, away from the exit to the gated community. On to the next house and then over to the street. Look around, across, behind the closest house, then count backward. One, two, three. They were now behind the others.

They had to be careful not to become victims of friendly fire. Dog man pointed at his chest, then down the side of the house. They were standing behind the house in front of which the whites had taken up their positions. Hlaudi nodded and indicated to the other man that he was going to go down the other side of the house.

That was it in terms of discussion between dog man and him. Be cautious, see what was going on at the wall, shoot. The people on this side wouldn’t be waiting for them. They had enough to do simply trying to survive.

He crouched down behind a bush with colorful flowers. Both sides were firing. As he leaned against the wall of the house, he could feel the bullet strikes. He slowly extended his head forward and saw five men. All stretched out on the ground. Two of them had obvious head wounds, another was wounded, possibly dead. Two were still firing. Hlaudi pulled his head back. Concentrated. When he stuck it back out again, he wanted to take a shot. Hand extended, head behind it. There were now fewer shots being fired. Reloading. Empty clips.

He could now see that three of them were dead. Nonverbal communication between the two survivors. He couldn’t make out about what. He aimed at the blonde man in the polo shirt.

Fired.

In the back of his head.

The man in shorts turned around and took two bullets instantly. One of his and one of dog man’s. Slumped to the side.

“Cease fire!” dog man called. “Cease fire!”

Wait. No sound. Hlaudi peered around the house corner and saw dog man doing the same thing. Both of them flashed a thumb’s up. All clear. They moved to the front of the house.

They didn’t notice that the man in shorts was still moving a little. He raised his pistol and fired at dog man’s heart.

Dog man collapsed. Hlaudi spun around at the same moment and fired two more rounds into the man on the ground. With that, his police pistol was empty.