Blood seeped into Konrad's cold clothing, the blood turning it warm.
He collapsed onto the floor, his heart pounding, as it worked immensely to keep him conscious. His veins grew weak, his pulse weakening, blood pouring out of the gunshot wound, the bullet shattered inside his abdomen.
Everything was a blur to Konrad, painful tears brimming his eyes.
His lungs hurt, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to do anything.
His ears rang, his hand lifting ever so slightly to find Ophelia's hand. He wanted to feel her one last time, one last time.
Ophelia took his hand in hers, whispering sweet nothings to him, yet it did no reassuring effect on him.
Blood pooled around him, the leaves under him staining with blood, his clothes staining with fresh blood.
His eyes drifted to Ophelia. She was so beautiful, so full of life.
And he wasn't much longer.
Or was he?
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The Altered Path
Science FictionKonrad Maverick, a seventeen year old boy who escaped from a science company that experiments with children and teenagers. After his second escape that succeeded, he urges to find a way out of the forest that engulfed the surroundings of the lab. Co...
