Author's POV
GIANNA did her best to run deep into the brambles as the huge men chased after her.
Her right hand was busy dialing Greg's contact as she ran, her other hand was also moving, trying to adjust properly on the gun's trigger.
Then she started to stimulate which direction to run to. She ran with her little might glancing backwards through the thick brambles to see if her pursuers were close but to her awe, she saw no one.
Quickly, she turned back and continued running, increasing her pace, then she looked into her phone and breathed in relief as she saw that it was finally connecting.
It did and she halted behind a huge tree placing the phone on her ears, panting heavily.
“Are you okay Gianna?”, Greg's voice sounded from the other end.
“G… Greg, please hurry up and save me,
