Kendra POV
“GOT HIM!” I hear someone scream from the road.
“Bradley!” I scream. He does not move. I push him off of me. It is not easy, but I manage to get him off of me. My husband has been shot.
“Can you hear me?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he says weakly.
“I need to go get help,” I say.
I do not want to leave him here alone. I run to the road. Whoever shot him is long gone. I begin screaming as I am running for the cabins. His mother and Chuck are both running in our direction.
“We heard a shot. Are you okay?” She hollers toward me.
“No! It is Bradley! Hurry!” I scream.
Alissa keeps running toward me. Chuck turns to go back to the cabin. Alissa and I both sit next to Bradley.
“How does it look?” I ask her.
“Chuck will know what to do, don’t worry, he will be fine,” Alissa says.
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