In a nutshell, it went mostly well - we rescued Reid successfully, and were able to notify our army about this hidden base camp.
One minor problem - I got shot.
You might think you want to know the details, but you actually don't.
On that note, here's how it goes:
It was late evening, and we had just rescued Reid successfully. We were all running, running, running, from the gunmen and other men. Reid was leaning slightly on Jack, because he had been beaten mercilessly at the camp.
We were nearing the edge of the forest - 'There it is, Lisa, we're almost there!' Jack had shouted.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling of leaves to my left, and an instinct told me what was about to happen - Jack was going to be shot.
I heard the gunshot, and at the same time, I sprang from the ground and fell in a heap in front of Jack.
I felt nothing at first, but then I saw it.
The blood.
From my thigh.
My blood.
Jack whipped out his gun and shot the gunman, put Reid down and then knelt next to me.
Cursing softly, he wrapped a bandage around my leg, wincing when I winced. Then I managed to stand up, leaning heavily on Jack.
I had picked up a thick branch from the ground, which I then used as a crutch.
The rest was a blur, with me drifting in and out of consciousness, and Jack and Reid discussing in hushed whispers on what to do next.
A/N: This...this is the last-but-one chapter of my first book ever!
Yes, it's disappointing, yes, it's extremely late, yes, I had planned a lot more for the book, yes, I got bored of the book, yes, I am ashamed of myself, but it's there!
Hehe
- Foxy
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Winter Jackets
Fiction généraleTo all the families affected by war. Lisa was never the same after losing her brother. But on her thirteenth birthday, she gets the biggest shock of her life. Will she go on an adventure or continue suffering from grief?
