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The pictures shows the killer going in the midst of the kids he’s brutally killed, one was still alive, according to sources he was begging the killer for his life.
I want to tell you guys about about what’s been happening - or on the other hand what has happened on Utøya. I’m quite sure most Norwegians all over the country are in shock, personally affected by what happened or not.
I myself, have never seen something more gruesome in my entire life. Over 80 political committed teenagers from the age 14-25 have been slaughtered. Over the course of 1 and a half hour. It’s terrible, but I still feel the need to just tell you about it, even though I know it’s being covered at an incredible amount of news stations I’m pretty sure you haven’t heard about the stories about what happened at the Island.
Over 600 kids were on this camp and every one of them went through a horrible nightmare. It makes me so sad to think about all the families and friends who’ve lost their loved ones. How Friends have seen other friends die in front of them.
I’ve read horrible and touching stories about what happened. Some people went in hiding over the island. One boy saw 30 people get killed right in front of his eyes. A 21 year old man played dead in the midst of bodies, hoping not to get killed. He got shot in the shoulder, because the killer was looking for life signs, but still managed to keep still enough to be confirmed dead in the killers eyes. The same man saw a boy in shock, the boy had seen his father get killed. He’d faced the killer. The boy had fought for his life, said ‘I’m just a kid, why do I have to die?’ and thay boy survived. Because the killer decided that it wasn’t ‘his time to die’
Some swam to get to safety. Some played dead. Some hid in caves under the Island. Utøya isn’t a particularly big island, but it’s not small either. But according to witness the killer was calm through it all because he knew he could just go around the island one more time and look for survivors. And kill them.
The killer posed as a Police man. Claiming it was a security check happening because of the bombings in Oslo, many of course, believed him. A girl saw all her friends get killed when they walked up to him. She ran for the water, the killer tried to shoot her, but she got away. Another boy swam the coarse from Utøya over to another island. He was shot in both his legs, by his crotch, but managed to survive.
This is part of a story a girl who survived wrote and published. Which now is on the norwegian paper ‘Aftenposten’s’ net page:
We heard more shots. Crawled together. Did all we could to keep warm. There was so many thoughts. I was so scared. Dad called me. I cried and told him that I loved him. He told me he was on his way with my brother to meet me when I got to the main land or when they got to the island. There was so many emotions. So many thoughts.I prayed all that I could. Time passed. The others called their parents and after some time they started texting in fear that the killer would hear us. I thought about my sister who is traveling. How was I supposed to tell er how I everything was? What was happening to me? I updated my Twitter and Facebook and said that I was alive at the moment and “safe”. I wrote that I was waiting for the police. People jumped into the water and started swimming.
I stayed put.
I decided that if he came, I would play dead. I would not run or swim. I can’t describe I can’t describe the fear, all the thoughts, what I felt.
A man came. “I’m from the police. I stayed completely still. Someone screamed back that he had to prove it. I can’t remember exactly what he said, but the killer started shooting. He loaded. Shot more. He shot around me. I stayed laying on the floor. I thought: It’s over. He’s here. He’ll take me. I’m going to die now’” People screamed. I could here others being shot. Other’s jumped in the water. I layed there. My phone in my hand. I layed on top of the legs to another girl. Two others lay on my legs. I layed there. I played dead. I layed there for at least an hours. It was completely quiet. I turned my head carefully to check if I could see someone alive. I saw dead bodied. I saw blood. Fear.
I decided to get up. I had been laying on a dead body. Two dead bodies were laying on me. I had a guardian angel.
The girl jumped in the water after this. She got picked up by a boat and was returned to safety. Her best friend had also survived, they had gotten separated during the shooting.These are all a couple of the ‘good’ stories. People who where there and lived to tell about it. Give it some thought, I sure did. I called my Dad, my friends, my family. Made sure they were okay since many of them lived in Oslo. I checked if somebody I knew where at the Island. There was one girl I knew there, she’s safely home now. It’s a horrible thing that’s happened. Of course, bad things happens every day, people die every way. But even in death people shouldn’t have to face death in such terror, Especially when they’re so young.
good god
HORRIBLE.
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