Lisa's point of view:
After running for what felt like hours, our heavy breathing echoed everywhere.
"Mrs. Lisa, what are we going to do? Who are those men?" Mia asked softly."
All I can say is we need to find somewhere to spend the night.
I have no idea who those men are, but I need to get you to a safe place," I said, looking around.Despite our efforts, Mia kept walking slowly, making it hard for me.
"Come on, Mia, you can do this," I said quietly, hoping to encourage her to walk faster."I'm trying, Mrs. Lisa, but I think I got injured," she mumbled, her face a mask of pain."Let me see," I said quietly, letting go of her hand and examining her foot. "Yep, it's a bruise. Come on, jump on my back. I'll carry you," I said, looking up at her.She shook her head and stepped away, only to
