We run into the woods just behind the warehouse. "They can't chase us both," Katya tells me as she lets go of me. "Let's run as far as we can in two different directions."
"No!" I grab her, not wanting to be alone. I wouldn't know what to do.
"You better run, Claire, or you will be killed." She shrugs my hand off and runs from me. I start running toward her when I hear the spray of bullets.
"Kill the red-haired one," cries one of the men. "The Zver will pay plenty for the blonde."
"Isn't she the wife?" another calls as they start making it closer to where I'm just standing.
"Men don't like their wives. They like their side chicks." They're speaking deeply accented English, but I understand every word. I am the liability, I will be killed on sight. I start running.
My chest fills too
