The Sound of Bullets and falling Bodies

It is a bright middle of the day. The wind was silent and people were buzzing along the streets. It was an ordinary day in an ordinary metropolitan city. People like marionettes were spreading inside different buildings to satisfy their curiosity for new things.
The person who we choose not to name wasn't an exception. He also went into a variety of stores and buildings that were built as a part of where to spend the money.

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It was a place where the product bars seemed endless. You could easily find only the exit as it was marked by big green and white signs throughout the large hallways. The sound of shoes, boots and some comfortable sandals was constantly whistling past the ears. It was possible easy to hear more heavy and lighter products falling in the big carts. The person liked to watch people buying things that they even won't need just because at that moment their brain thought that is beautiful and will fit in their spacious houses just perfect. In some way they were right, it would fit, but people tend to get bored so fast. There should be something to shake the greyness out of the lives. And there it was. Or there they were, to be more precise.
Armored men break through the glass doors and windows. Some man was yelling "Теперь это наш магазин!" And for the tiny person one of hundreds there everything was clear. He froze for a second and then dug inside the cola's stand. There Some colas were rolling on the floor reaching the end of the hallway, but nobody noticed that as the noise there was rabid. Screams mixing with crying and shouting filled the air. Just after some moments he smelled also something else - the bitter smell of blood and death. He couldn't believe what he saw - an army that should have protected civilians were shooting everyone. A mother was trying to protect her children, begging on knees not to shoot at least her children. They shoot her first before she finished saying "Dear Go..". An ugly man with groomed beard shot her first and children later without any blink of an eye. Some man in anger tried to rush and push down the gunner, but another man shoot him dead when he was only halfway. Bodies were falling on the ground, some parts of them smashed so hard that the blood ejected like a dark, poisonous fountain of death. Our person behind cokes couldn't watch it anymore so he turned his back and stared at the darkness, praying that nothing will fall down from his tower of retreat. He just heard a mix of sounds and more and more bodies falling on the ground. He could feel the life take away and bones being fractured in the lifeless masses. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw only darkness. He focused his eyes to try seeing at least  something except different tones of black. In the space that was free from colas and served as his entrance, he saw another list of products. There were thousands of different chocolates in numerous colorful wrapping. He focused again to try smelling some sweet favour that could be melting in his mouth instead of the smell of fear, blood, and sweat. He reached out to get some chocolate bars. After just some moment,  he couldn't stop himself from taking more and more inside his black grocery sack. He could feel his blood pulsating in his veins. It took less than a minute but seemed like an hour in a battlefield, but he tried not to look the way to see it, hoping that this way they wouldn't see him too.
Just after he settles in his cover, everything went silent. There wee some products still falling from their places, but no sounds of the living. That was a chance to take. He sneaked towards one of the exit doors still not looking at the place where changes in lives had happened. His sack was freely swinging close to his right leg. The day had become lighter from the darkness and bore.