Why?
You run through the forest, your heart racing faster than Usain Bolt, and although you can barely breathe, you continue, not daring to look back. A bullet whistles by your ear missing it by only centimetres. You flinch away and run to the right, towards the old hideout where you first met your one and only. The army boots you wear trample everything in their path to dust, even larger branches snap like spaghetti. As you duck behind a tree you hold your breath careful not to make a sound. With your back to the tree you carefully, and ever slowly position your feet to ensure you don’t slip on the damp undergrowth.
Slowly you rise from your crouching position and reach for your revolver and, two hands on the gun , you turn your head from side to side checking if they’re there …. Then, you hear quick paced steps coming towards you , they slow and finally come to rest. Hearing loud panting , you can basically see them stop and lean on their knees trying to catch their breath.
This is your chance and you take it , taking all the courage you have left you face your pursuer with your gun readied. Your jaw drops as You realize it is HIM,
And as the shock of recognition dissipates the real story begins.