Jonas awoke to a jolt in his side. He gasped for air as he rolled onto his stomach. "Gabe.." he squeaked. His vision was blurry. He could barely make out what he saw, but he would know that walk from anywhere. It was Asher, standing over him, gun in hand.
Asher stared down at Jonas lying on the cold, damp ground. "Well, well, well." Asher snickered, "What do we have here?"
Jonas looked up in shock. "Ash?" He said, not sure why it sounded like a question or why he even said it. He was still in a momentarily state of shock.
"Hello again, Friend." Asher said, putting a gun to Jonas's head. Just then, Gabriel cried from somewhere nearby.
Asher turned around quickly and aimed at the small baby lying in a wet pile of leaves and mosses.
"No!" Jonas shouted. But it was too late. Jonas heard the gunshot. It rang in his ears as he closed his eyes and winced.
A few moments passed. And then, out of nowhere, rapid gunshots went off. Jonas rolled out of the way into a patch of trees.
And then it was silent.
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