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Takeshi eyes up the optimal shot. Sweat drips down his face. The rifle is shaking in his hands as he loops his finger around the trigger.
He’s going to kill the best chance we have of surviving this game. Call me selfish, I know Quell’s in more pain than I could ever bear, and maybe she’s going to be an immobile burden, but her savvy is irreplaceable. And she’s right. We owe her. We owe her enough to not let her give up. Mercy killing her, it’s a misguided sense of honour, and it’s dishonouring us all.
I kick out at the g*n, and it fires, the bullet ricocheting off the rock behind Quell’s head.
She opens her eyes.
‘How could you miss from—’
‘He didn’t miss. I won’t let him shoot you.’ I grab the rifle and throw it to the ground. I glare at Takeshi. ‘We leave no one behind.’
Takes
