The End of the Beginning

“Run as fast as you can and don’t look back.” Connor insisted, while holding his MP4 and blood pouring out of his right arm.

“I am not leaving you Connor. I don’t care what you say I’m not letting you die,” I almost shouted.
Looking up to find where those bastards are, I noticed there was one to our left near the red pickup truck and two near the pharmacy wall, which was to our right.
We were shield by the Jeep. I don’t know how I was going to do it, but I knew we would make it out alive. “Let me tie this to your arm to help stop the bleeding,” hoping that the scarf would help control the blood. “Quiet…do you hear that?” Connor asked with a surprised look.
They heard the gunshots and were coming for food. They were coming for us.