"James!"
Lisa's heart raced like it was about to leap out of her throat. She anxiously checked every inch of James, only to confirm that he had been grazed by a bullet on his shoulder. Her heart, previously hanging by a thread, finally settled.
Suddenly, there was a "thud" from nearby, and Lisa couldn't help but gasp.
A bullet had pierced William's chest, and he was spitting blood as he knelt on the ground.
Footsteps approached the graveyard, and Joseph led the way, rushing to James's side. "How is he? Is he okay?"
James shook his head. "It's just a flesh wound on my shoulder. I'll be fine after a hospital visit. Thanks for arriving in time. The sniper acted quickly, which prevented him from aiming accurately."
Joseph still looked grave. "If you had waited a bit longer for me, this w
