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What do I do? What do I do?

I finally speak up. "Wh-who are you?" I stuttered. A plan formed in my head. I will distract him, steal his weapon, and make a run for it. But will it work? Guess we'll find out.

"I'm Lane," He answered, "I saved y-" I cut him off, grabbing his rifle and almost breaking his arm in the process. I pointed it at him. The barrel was alined between his eyes.

He put up his hands, but kept a calm and serious face. "Im not here to hurt you. Im here to hel-" RATATATATAT RATATATAT
BAM BAM

What was that?

We both look around with confused expressions. Nothing.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. They appraoch growing louder and quicker. I even hear a couple of screams of what seems like death.

Lane now stands beside me as we both look in the direction of the footsteps and screams. He pulls out a small hand gun allowing me to have control of the rifle. We both have our guard up. I take a quick glance behind me. I turn back around to see Lane passed out and a face I will never forget.

N/a- So... What do you the face is? Who does it belong to? I have it all planned out in my head so I guess you have to wait to find out. I hope you are enjoying the story and that this chapter wasn't too short. Let me know what you think in the comments, vote, or if you are confused feel free to pm me! Love ya guys!! ♥♥

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