"What do you mean?" I said, tilting my head. "Infinite," Luke replied, tracing it into the wood using a rusted old knife with a careful hand, the other loosely holding onto mine. "Means forever." Gunshots. Deafening, piercing, stabbing themselves up into the cold air. I screamed, only to have a black bag thrown over my head and my body being pulled backwards with strong hands at my waist. There was more than two. This was a gang, and I was their target. This time, I may not be so lucky.
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