𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

"ʙᴀɴɢ ʙᴀɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ"

Chapter Music
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-Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nancy Sinatra-
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Bertha came to a stop, her engine coughing huskily. Our crusade spilled out of the car until all of us had made contact with the road. Goodbye Bertha.

"Well, I guess we're on foot." We had gone as much as we could travel by vehicle. Now, thanks to the abandoned cars unlocking the road, we'd have to walk.

The wind whistled, biting my ears with its chilly tune. A bird soared by, cawing its raspy own song. Footsteps fell lightly as we maneuvered our way around the road machines. Mountains stuck into the air like a nasty sore, craggy terrain carved into its sides.

I stuck close to Victor, hand in hand with him as we hung back in the group. He was patient with my speed, kind even. His thumb brushed against my outer hand. His fingers were slender, knuckles prominent, likely due to his bony figure.

Chuck took up the back of our crew, lingering behind. Every time I'd peak back at him, he'd seemed to already be looking at me. A wistful, pouting expression along with those puppy dog eyes he always used to his advantage. They stuck with him no matter how grown he claimed to be, refusing to part with them in puberty. Stubborn boy.

Curiosity ate at me, making my hands wander in the opened trunk of an abandoned car. The others followed my example, snooping around the orphaned vehicles. I found nothing. There
was only a cloud of dust swirling from the trunk's contents.

"Ugh, smells like dinosaurs in there." I coughed, fanning the air clean. "How long do you think-"

:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;
A ghost of a bullet hit my stomach, burying itself into the flesh.
:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;
"Get down!"
:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;
"Take cover!"
:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;
"Shit!" Victor tackled me to the ground, my skin collided with the rough pavement.
:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;
His hand planted on my back to keep me down. I rattled in my skin like a scared rabbit.
:;*.':; 𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂:;*.':;

Six shots had been fired. I had felt them all. I'd felt them explode into my skin, blood spattering everywhere. But when I felt around my abdomen I found no wounds. Not a thing had touched me. It was all in my head.

"Hey is everyone okay out there?!" A voice I recognized as Thomas's called out from a distance.

"We're fine!" Teresa echoed from another direction. She should speak for herself. With great effort my breathing evened out from its panicked shallow state, face still slack against the pavement. Victor lay beside me, his hand remained spread out on my back.

We had just gotten shot at. Who would do such a thing? Could it be Wicked? How long had they been tracing us for? Why were they now using real bullets and not those taser ones?"

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?!" Newt shouted, probably shrouding behind a car, completely out of my sight.

"Y/n!" Whisper shouted Chuck, crawling over to us. He rolled on the road till he made it to the other side of me. "Y/n it's okay." Inhaling deeply, I made it to my hands and knees to greet him, ducking low. I enveloped him in a tight hug, clutching him close to me."It's gonna be okay." He muffled into my shoulder.

I had to protect him. I had to keep him safe. It was my task, one that I'd given to myself. In my eyes he was youth, he was hope, he had the chance to be happy one day. Not like me. That's why I loved him so much.