Tom and I ran to the abandoned house we always hung out at. When we got there, there were about 5 men standing there trying to break in.
"Bu--" Tom covered my mouth and we hid behind a tall tree, staring at the men.
"What are they doing?" I whispered.
"I don't know," Tom whispered back.
"They look like a gan--"
"LOOKEY HERE! A BUNCH OF SNOOPS!" one of the men were standing behind us with his arms crossed. We got up and ran. They all followed us into the forest. We were ahead of them until I tripped over a branch and fell. Tom ran back to me. I told him to run or they'd catch up but he wouldn't. The men caught up to us and grabbed us by the arms. They dragged us back to the abandoned house. Two of them started beating Tom, and I screamed with tears rolling down my cheeks. They told me to shut up because nobody would hear us anyway. Suddenly I remembered that I had a lighter in my pocket. It was always for my cigarettes, but instead, I took it out and lit the bottom of the pants of the man who was grabbing me. Then I kicked him and ran. As they were all screaming from the fire, I grabbed Tom and we ran.
We went to my apartment and Tom lost all consciousness.
