A grunt made her start and she looked over towards the direction it had come from, the car still upside down against the pole. Mick. With a sob of relief, Amanda scrambled to her feet and ran to the car. She crawled up next to the window and was relieved to see Mick laying there, gun in hand but breathing. She took delight in seeing his chest rise and fall with each breath and as she lay down on the ground outside the vehicle, she reached in to lay her hand against his cheek. “Thank god.” She whispered as a tear slipped down her cheek.
“I’m the one who made the shot, why does he get all the credit?” Mick joked on a laboured breath and she couldn’t help but laugh with him, knowing everything was going to be ok now.
The sound of a second round being released, broke them both from their rel
