Drabbles & Unfinished Stories

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Written: 18/03/19

His footsteps echoed throughout the dark and mouldy tunnel. Suddenly, running away wasn't the best idea. All he had wanted to do was stop the pain that burned and tore at his brain and muscles.

He stopped upon hearing the sound of people talking about a random subject, well it was random until he heard the words 'drugs' and 'guns'. His heart started thumping and he pushed himself into a sprint; this however alerted the people he had overheard them.

They rushed towards the boy who was now running away with one thought on his mind, his own safety. One man raised his gun to shoot our protagonist who was blissfully unaware of the gun aimed at his head.

"Enough!" A deep voice roared making our running boy freeze like a deer in headlights and the assholes who were gonna shoot him lower their guns.