Night Terrors

The gun went off again. Cameron and Shawn ran for their lives, attempting to escape from whoever was playing a game of cat and mouse with them. The boys sprinted as hard as they could through the thick bush and the darkness that surrounded them. Shawn dodged a tree that suddenly appeared in front of him, but then tripped over a moss covered tree that lay rotting in the rain covered soil. He scampered to get up as another gunshot went off, this time closer.
“Get up!” Cameron shouted as he placed his dirt covered hands under his arms tossing him to his feet. Shawn sprinted forward not caring who or what was behind him.
Cameron grabbed ahold of Shawn's forearm and tugged him, turning him towards a steep declining hill. Cameron lunged forward, racing down the hill trying to find safety. Shawn followed but tripped and tumbled, and hoped the the scattered leaves on the wet ground would cushion his fall when he had reached the bottom. Once he reached the bottom Cameron grabbed his hand and tugged him behind a lifeless tree. Cameron placed his hand over Shawn’s mouth as they slowly sat with their backs against the tree hoping that they couldn’t be seen.
“Be quiet,” whispered Cameron. Shawn detached Cameron’s hand from his mouth and spit toward a broken stick that lay a few feet from him.
“This is your fault!” Shawn whispered angrily.