The boy ran as fast as he could, but it didn't matter they were faster. Still he passed through the cornfield and tried to ignore the cuts it gave him on his face and arms. It was past midnight but the moon was full. His face was streaked with tears. The others were gone probably captured. If they hadn't made it how could he. Though he kept going. No stopping now. No turning back. He burst out of the corn into a open field. Almost there he thought. He was so close now just not close enough. They had gained on him. They were firing at him but he kept running though it was pointless. He got hit twice before he fell. The boy struggled to move through all the pain. Spots clouded his vision. He could make out the figures surrounding him. One of them trained his gun at his head. He pulled the trigger and everything went black.
