How.

How can I possibly make it to help when I have this gunshot wound in my stomach?

I won't survive.

It'll be the end.
Thoughts rushed through my head as I clutched my bloody shirt. It hurt like hell. I would never make it.
The feeling of my insides swished. It felt as if my guts were going to flop out any second. I just had to keep going. There were no walkers around. I could make it...
But what if Jayden was following me? What if he was going to dash up behind me and slit my throat open right then and there? I looked behind me. No sign of him. I just had to make it to that farmhouse up there and I'll be safe. Hopefully.
Then, I heard distant bangs. The bangs were being repeated, as if someone was hitting something with a hammer. Shit. Was it Jayden?
I saw a slight figure in the distance as the banging stopped seconds earlier. The figure was too small to be Jayden. Way too small.
I looked behind me. I needed help. I needed it, no matter who that was.
This was going to be a stupid choice.