I kicked in the door and shot each man in the head once. Sure enough, she was there in the corner, bloodied and beaten, but breathing. They'd caught her while she was scavenging for food alone, and I'd tracked her to their camp. I cut her loose, kissed her, and had just a moment to look her in the eyes before I had to spring up and shoot the man coming in behind me in the chest. It was time to get out. As we exited the cabin, I saw two more coming from behind the truck. I slid behind the tire as she crouched behind me, and dove sideways out from behind it to take one out and hit the other in the leg. His screams alerted the rest, and I was out of bullets. I cut his throat just before the first bullet hit the ground to my right. I grabbed her arm and ran into the woods. We ran far and we ran fast. My body hurt so bad that I couldn't tell if we'd been shot. But finally, when we stopped, I knew that I'd rescued her. After I picked a bullet out of my leg, I grabbed her and held her for the rest of the night.
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
