Dawn
I"m still shaking when someone grabs the back of my shirt and yanks me to my feet. They killed Shay. Her body hit the ground in a pool of her own blood. They slit her throat like it was butter. They didn"t even blink.
The leader of the group stands in front of us, blood spattered and grimacing.
“Do I have your attention?” he asks.
Shay was killed for our benefit. When we found her, she had already been caught and was being guarded by two men. Lee shot the first one and knocked the second out. We tried to untie her, but we weren"t fast enough. The rest of the patrol had heard the g*n go off and came running.
“Are you going to kill us?” I ask quietly, my voice breaking on the word “kill”.
“Why would I do that?” he responds as he wipes his knife on his pants and puts it away. He le
