She peeled off her tank top and tied it tight and high on her thigh. It hurt like hell, but she gritted her teeth and tightened it more. She took a deep breath and fought to stay calm, knowing that she wasn’t alone out here. Hunter was OK and he was up to something, she was sure, and all she had to do was follow his lead. He wasn’t going to let her die here behind this f*****g fallen log.
A noise from the direction of the cabin startled her, and she spun on her knees to see what it was. Then something flew through the air towards her, something shiny but heavy, and she instinctively raised her arm in front of her face. The thing fell about six feet away with a thunk and she dropped her arm and stared at it, trying to make sense of what she saw.
A gun?
Fuck me. A gun.
Cordelia slid down
