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Is my story good? I'm only 13 and I suck at writing so give me feedback :P

My writing is in the perspective of a civilian who is Russian but lives in Germany. Chapter 2 Alexander rolled around all night. The ongoing gunfire echoed endlessly outside, accompanied by blood curdling screams and bright orange explosions. His dog howled loudly like a wolf and hung close to Alexander as if he knew his master shared his fear. Suddenly a siren wailed loudly, Alexander leaped out of his bed and instinctively brought out his Makarov pistol to the door. No one. He sighed and turned off the alarm which caused the commotion. He rubbed his tired eyes and walked out into his kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of beer, he grabbed a stick with his other and threw it out the window. His dog Albert raced out the door with excitement. After finishing his beer he strolled to his front door, His front yard was littered with corpses and fires burning lightly. Rubble, bodies and wreckage were scattered around the neighbourhood, no sign of life. He scanned 180 degrees, for any signs of danger. None. He ambled nervously to Albert who seemed to not see the destruction. He wagged his tail and dropped his stick. He ran into the house across the street, the door was strangely open. Carefully not stepping on the bodies, Alexander sauntered into the doorway when suddenly Albert ran back out with a frightened look. Then he ran up the fire escape stairs to the top floor like a cheetah running away from hunters. Following his dog, Alexander raced up the stairs wondering what had frightened Albert so much. As he reached the top, Albert was sitting outside a small circular window. On his tippy toes Alexander saw two men interrogating a Russian soldier who was bound to a chair. He had a black eye and multiple gashes across his body. “What’s your name?” one of the men asked the Russian. “Boris” replied the Russian in a heavy accented tone. The two men were arguing what to do with him, they walked out and in came a new figure: A tall man bearing scars across both arms was covered head to toe with black fabric. He held a sword* and blindfold, he tied it around the Russian’s eyes. “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Hitler* ”. With a quick stroke the head flew into the wall and splattered blood all over the room. The door swung open and the two interrogators enter swiftly. Without thinking Alexander emitted out a loud gasp and vomited under the window. The three Germans immediately stared at the window, “Spion! ihn holen* ”. He turned to prepare to flee when a sound echoed, loudly, continuously: “WHAM! BAM! CRUNCH!” Someone was breaking down the door to the room. “ratatatat! ratatatat! ratatatat!” The sound of gunfire repeated ceaselessly. The Germans were blasting the door to a million pieces like a smashed glass bottle. Suddenly a bright light entered Alexander’s eyes and all he could hear was “crack! crack! crack!". When he could see again, the floor was occupied by the three Germans. Only one man stood, and he was wearing a Russian soldier uniform. He saw Boris’ head lying in the sea of red, his eyes were wild with anger. He pointed his gun at me... *sw145 bayonet (Dutch sword) *Happy Birthday Hitler (German) *Spy! Go get him” (German)