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Escaping the island is hard, but is it impossible?

Submitted:Apr 5, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I was breathing hard and my heart pounding so hard it might as well had jumped through my chest. Bullets ricocheted off nearby trees causing me to flinch almost every time. I ran into the brush, knife in hand but how smart is it to have a knife in a gun fight? Every agonizing second passed by waiting for my attackers to appear. A twig snapped behind me and I whirled around but no one was there. I slowly slid the knife into my pocket and ever so carefully turned around. A gun was waiting for me. The bullet desperately needed to kill someone. I fingered my knife and after much too long, shoved it in the man's stomach. It was so dark no color was visible but the gushing liquid was obviously blood. I grabbed the gun and shot it upward. I ran with a horrid weapon in hand.

I finally got to the edge of the island and hurled the gun into the endless sea. I ran along the shoreline in the general direction and where I hoped the boat was. The boat was there and so was my partner. "Ready?" I whispered. No reply. I got into the boat and looked at her. She was dead. And for a while too. Two gun shots fired. Warm blood trickled down my back. My knees gave in and I coughed up blood. One more shot. My head ached and blackness started to surround me. …


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