"No!" I stopped. "This is suicide!" The pain he was suffering from mirrored in his eyes. "Damien, I'm not going anywhere without you."
"Look, you and I both know that we couldn't get past them. I'm dead weight," he gestured wearily on his injuries casually. "And you're suffering enough already. I'll hold them down so you can get through the road, past those trees so you wouldn't be visible and get some help. Besides, I don't think I can go on any further." For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes, but it was gone just as fast as it came.
I didn't move like he wanted me to. Even if it was disheartening, he was right. Danger was chasing us down and my injuries are taking its toll on me. But Damien was worse. Way worse than I was. If I could make it in time, maybe I could save everyone and help Damien. Maybe.
I just couldn't put my trust to that tentative and dangerous word.
"Hurry Chesh! You don't have much time," his voice couldn't completely mask the anxiety and agony that fills him, no matter how he tries to act so calm about it. I know him too much.
My head snapped back to the gates. I could make it. I have to.
"Hold on to this," I held his hand which holds the gun. He only gave a brief nod like it was just as simple as a 'trial and error' method. But this was no trial, there was just error. And it could be the biggest error of my life.
Heavy growls started to echo towards us. The wolves are coming. It took everything in me to walk away from him. The conflict and desperation was still there, but I pushed it away for now. Getting through the forest and finding help is my primary objective. Everyone is counting on me, especially Damien.
I ran as fast as I could through the tall fig trees with my tattered and dirty dress. I shut off all my exhaustion and did the same for my emotions. Looking at the menacing shadows of every tree I passed through, I sensed a moment of déjà vu. It was like seeing yourself in a recorded video but I couldn't really remember ever having these kinds of walks through the forest before. The woods terrify me for some reason. Nevertheless the paranoia, I kept going.
After a series of turns and continued running, I stopped on a big trunk to regain my breath. My lungs are going to explode if I didn't stop. Civilization is still about three miles away, and it's hard to imagine ever going through that and still make it in time. Did I make the right choice?
Damien. Oh God. He wouldn't survive through the night will all those wounds, and to be left alone with those monsters... What was I thinking?
It must have been all that pressure he was putting me through. I tend to make rash decisions under too much stress. The lives of everyone were at stake. Even Damien knows that. How could he plead for me to leave his side with his condition?
Without even realizing it, regret backfired in me like a canon. I looked ahead where he wanted me to go. I wouldn't make it. I couldn't make it. I can barely even walk straight without collapsing. How could I get help by running miles?
I turned back. It doesn't matter what was right or wrong. I couldn't let him die. He risked his life for me, and I would be more than willing to do the same. I just wished I wasn't too late...
When I reached the border towards the gate, I saw the vicious hounds surrounding him. Damien was shooting those who ever dared to get near. He could barely dodge their claws. I tried to incapacitate the huge wolves with my bat but it looks harder than I imagined. I managed to get near him.
"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" he scolded when he caught sight of me.
"It was too far. I wouldn't make it," I simply said while knocking out a wolf with a strong blow in the head.

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The Reincarnated
RomanceMeet little miss perfect, Cheshire Branstone. She has it all: she's smart, she's got the looks, and she has every guy swooning all over her. She is completely content with everything that she has, which includes a loving family and a happy relations...