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Bullet wounds
MILO HAD ALWAYS HATED BEING THE YOUNGEST SIBLING. Sure, when he was little, there was perks, like blaming things on his older siblings, getting in trouble less than the others, and just having a good time torturing them every day. However, once he was ready to become an adult, his family wasn't ready to teach him as such.
"Hurry up, Mimi! We are supposed to be on the lookout." Avery whisper yelled at the boy, yanking at his sleeve.
Which is why he always ended up with the kids instead of the adults.
"I'm coming." The nineteen year old boy sighed, getting dragged along by his young niece and her new friend, Carl. "You guys are suspiciously strong for your age."
"Do you guys see it?" Carl whispered, pointing outward to a small baby deer who was eating a few leaves in the distance.
Milo looked backward to Shane, Rick, and , Sal who nodded their heads, giving him permission to let the kids go run at it.
"Should we pet it?" Avery whispered to Carl who placed a finger over his mouth, taking her hand as they walked closer to the animal.
Milo stayed close to them, prepared to protect both children if they needed it, that was seemingly his job these days anyway.
The trio inched closer to the animal, the youngest Romano looking around at his surroundings carefully as the two children were just a mere few feet away.
"Wait!" He noticed as a man not too far away pulled the trigger on his gun, the boy jumping in front of the kids. He felt like his world was going blank after that, searching his chest for wounds that weren't there.
Then, he turned around to see the bullet had slipped through where he dove, hitting Carl in the chest.
So much for protecting the kids.
AVERY WAS SOBBING AS SHE FOLLOWED Rick through a large field, Carl laying unconscious in his arms. Sal was holding up Milo, who had been shot in the arm, he was much luckier than the young boy he no doubt saved by slowing the bullet but, he was still losing blood, and losing it fast. At one point, the tears in her eyes started to blur the girls vision, making her slow down.
She felt a set of arms pick her up, her head hitting the mans chin over and over as he ran with her in his arms. She looked behind Shane's shoulder to where Otis, the man who had shot her uncle and friend was trailing behind them, not equipped to keep up with the younger, and more experienced group.
