What Do You Mean?

The end of the roof top was nearing, but our pursuers weren't showing any signs of slowing down or stopping.

"There's only one way out of here. C'mon," he said as we raced over behind a large stack of crumbling bricks.

"What do you mean?" My voice came out sounding very confused, because underneath my futile attempt of acting brave, I was deathly terrified and confused.

I could hear the footsteps of the heavy boots getting closer to us. We were running out of time very quickly.

Justin got close to my cold ear, and whispered, "We gotta jump."