"Get up and run, damn it!"
It's the only thing that echoes in my head with every step I take.
The air burns my lungs, but I don't stop. I run. I run with every ounce of strength I have in my system, while bullets whistle nearby, tearing leaves, biting the earth.
The roar of gunfire echoes in my ears, blending with the frantic beating of my heart.
I don't want to stop. I don't want to give up, but I obey. I have to, even if my soul splits in two after this.
Five damn armed men are behind me in the middle of a firefight that I can't see because I don't turn around, but I know it's raging with every meter I put between us.
I heard their orders, the curses they shouted at each other. They want me dead, there's no doubt about that. Maybe him already...
Don't think, Becky. Don't think and
