Dawn
“Hunter!” I scream as I try to fight an American woman twice my size. He can"t help me because he has his hands full with a couple of the men from the Cincinnati Patrol. Every time I punch, a new pain races up my arm. It feels like I"m hitting a brick wall. I"m pushed to the ground as the woman pulls her knife. I look around frantically for something, anything to use as a weapon. My g*n is lying out of reach so I grab a large stick.
I block her first attempt at a stab and on her second try the knife buries itself in the stick. I fling it as far as I can. Not missing a beat, my attacker runs to where her g*n had been knocked free and aims it at me. I try to run, but a man"s hands snake themselves around me from behind, holding me in place. I struggle, but it does no good.
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