traded my life [TWD]

『93』

Daniel grabs my arm and places his finger to his lip, silently. Then, he points in the way back to the little shop we secured. Nodding to show I understood, I keep my gun pointed up. We duck behind trees, crouched to the ground.

I peer around the tree and Daniel gets behind me, chest pressed against my back as he looks over my head.

"Is the door still secure there?" I whisper to him.

"The front? Yeah. The back is open, though," he answers, just as quiet as me. "You think one of those cars on the street are working?" 

"Maybe.. I can hot-wire one if we get there."

"That's hot."

"Daniel," I scold.

"Come on," he urges, sliding his hand from my arm to my hand.

I spot one of the men- it was one of the men from the group Daniel was with, for sure. I recall his face with ease.

"That's Colt. He's slow. We can make a break for it," Daniel says.

"You ready?"

Daniel squeezes my hand. We stay low and swift, dashing through the woods.

"I hear somethin'!" Colt shouts. 

"Keep your damn voice down!" one of the others hisses. "It's bad enough Joe got his throat ripped out by that prick Rick, don't you start!"

I slide on the gravel and we duck behind a building. 

Rick? My Rick?

"Joe got killed.." Daniel whispers. "Holy shit."

"Which one is that?" I ask.

"Leader.. hard ass," Daniel explains. "There's only three of them I see. You want to run for it or take them on?"

"Your call," I surrender the leadership.

"Okay.. let's-"

A gunshot rings through the air and the bullet embeds in the wall between Daniel and I's heads. We panic and seperate, going complete opposite directions.

My back hits the car door as I hide from the gunfire- heart speeding up. Where the hell did Daniel go? I look at my hands, one with a knife and the other now holding a can of spray paint.

"Over here!" Colt shouts. "There's the damn traitor!"

Panicked, I turn my head in the direction he was only for the one to round the other corner, standing over me.

"Fucker!" I hiss and spray the paint in his eyes.

He shouts in pain and his hands fly to his face. I stand up straight and kick his stomach, forcing him to the ground.

"Daniel!" I scream- where the fuck is he?

I snatch the man's gun and knife, punching him across the face with the gun. His body goes limp, unconscious, then I stab the knife in his head.

"Hyejin!" Daniel shouts.

My body freezes over- he sounded like he was in pain. I run around the building. I spot Daniel on the ground, getting beaten by two men.

"Go!" he shouts, blood spilling from his mouth. "Just go!"

I toss my bag aside and raise the gun. I fire the gun to one man just as a force hits me from behind. The man I shot screams and falls to the ground, clutching his thigh. I wrestle in the grip of Colt who had snuck up behind me.

"Not so smart to leave your pretty, little exotic name on walls, Ching Chong," Colt growls in my ear.

"Go to hell, you piece of shit!" I shout, elbowing him in the side.