Fuck. I'm screwed. I am so screwed. But I have to go on, even if the chance of making it is so slim.
I can feel my throat burning. Grasping for air and begging for even a single drop of water. I cant feel my legs anymore. They stopped hurting after one point.
So did my arm. I grab my arm tighter in order to check if it is still alive. I feel absolutely nothing. This is bad. I take a quick look at my right hand and see it covered with tick, red blood. Dammit. I guess I really did get shot. Everything was so vague. And it's only getting worse. My eyesight is getting blurrier by the second. I don't think I can go on that much longer, I have to find a hiding spot soon. I don't even know where I'm heading... But as long as I'm alive, I have to go on. I just have to.
I run past some people who give me quick worried glances. I would ask them for shelter and a hiding place if it wasn't for those bastards behind me, seeing my every move. I know I can't afford to look behind me, but I just have to. Normally I would have asked Yubel, but I can't hear or see her anymore. After I got shot, she disappeared. I had no time to think about where she went. I think I only realized it after a few minutes of running.
As I feel my thoughts slipping away I mentally slap myself and keep my mind focused on the road. I take a fast glance behind me but I can see they are still chasing me. Fully dressed in black, sunglasses on, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, but I can still see the murderous took in their eyes. Not exactly see it, but I can feel it. Plus the fact that they are chasing me with swords and guns in their hands, desperately trying to hide it from sight. Which looked kind of funny, until he tried to shoot me again. I reacted quickly and tossed myself aside, falling into the box of a homeless person. As I could faintly hear the owner of the box shouting curse words at me, I pull myself up, cursing as I could feel my legs throb again, (I probably hit something sharp) and started resuming my fleeing.
I could feel my whole body raging with fire, telling me it cannot go on any longer. It's not fair... The ''people'' chasing me didn't seem to be affected at all by the long sprint.
As I suddenly turn around the corner, trying not to fall down from the sharp turn, I can hear the people behind me cursing some pretty foul language and quickly glance at them to see them falling atop of each other. I was laughing pretty badly on the inside, until I turned around again and watched the road and saw a certain blue haired person standing across the street.
Delighted I turned to run towards him, as he kind of was a save haven for me in this situation. (he was looking pretty shocked though, probably because of the state of mess I was in) While running across road, I gave myself a last little boost, ignoring the sharp pain in my feet, really wanting to be on the other side of this way too long street right now.
About halfway there I hear a lot of noise coming from my left, while not really caring about it, my common sense still made me look. And boy, did that look bad. I could just see large black truck coming from around the corner, racing really fast and knocking other cars out of the way. Heading. Straight. For. Me.
Shit. I took a quick glance to Jesse to see him already running towards me, reaching out his arm, with his face wide from fear, but we both knew it was too late. I braced myself for the impact thinking: ''well, this is a lame way to die..'' As I saw the large white lights heading for me, I made myself as small as possible...
Kyaaa~ This is my first fanfic eveeeer . And I spend so much work on it (especially the beginning) it would mean the world to me if you let me know what you think of it, and if I made any mistakes. Thanks so much for reading :D I guess it's kind of short...