Chapter 2: Saving Him

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I sprint through the tree line, others running away, and others chasing them.

I hear gun shots and put my hands over my head, ducking.

A bullet rings past my ear and I jump to the side trying to avoid being shot.

I land on the ground to be rolled over with a soldier sitting on top of me. A shot gun pointed at my forehead.

"General! I got her!"

Then man who shot General Marks comes jogging over.

Just as he reaches me, I pull my hand gun from under my belt and Shoot the soldier on top if me. He drops to the side. I stick my hand gun quickly under my belt again. I grab the dead soldiers shot gun and shoot the other General in the leg.

He screams and slumps to the floor.

I get up and run away.

I stop and search the canopy of trees. I spot a tree with many strong branches. I run to its trunk.

Jumping, I'm able to grab hold of a branch. Something tugs my right leg as I try to haul myself up.

I look down to see three soldiers grabbing my leg.

I wrap both of my arms around the branch, dropping the shot gun. I kick at the soldiers.

My other leg is grabbed and I fall from the safety of the branch.

Giving tree much.

I smack hard on the ground. Instinctively, like lightning, I find my hand gun being hold and I shoot my captures.

Tucking my weapon under my belt, I jump back onto the tree and slowly pull my upper body onto the branch. I pull my legs up, standing up I grab ahold another branch. Repeating for four more branches, I sit and lean against the tree trunk.

SNAP!

My attention is pulled to a soldier dragging a man from my camp back towards the trucks.

"Stop struggling!" The soldier stops and kicks the back of the mans knees.

I realize the mans hands are tied behind his back.

That's not a fair fight!

I pull out my hand gun. Just as I aim at the soldiers head, the man jumps to his feet and whacks his head into the soldiers face.

CRACK!

The soldier falls back, blood dripping from his face.

The solider lets go of his nose and reaches for a knife sticking out of his pocket.

Giving the soldier no time, I pull the trigger, releasing a bullet. It enters his head and he goes limp.

The man look up the tree at me.

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