He has to run. If he doesn't they will catch can't let that happen. He promised that he will be back. His mother and his little brother are waiting for him. He promised he will be back,he always is, even if it's week or month he always returns home,he promised and he always keeps his promisess.
But the pain in his leg is excruciating, damn soldier shot him. His leg is going numb , but he won't give up. He hears shot somewhere in the distance and then the roar of a thunder short after. He tries to go faster, but the leg...ungh. Thanks to the rain that is now falling hard on him, they won't track him. Just some place safe, does he ask for too much. God help me!
And as if his prayers were heard he noticed a barn with it's door ajar. He limped to it as fast as he could. He pulled the doors closed, and made his way to the pile of hay to collapse on to it. Pain, was unforgivable, he lost so much blood.
The hay was dry and comfortable, soft under him. Something he missed for, and it smelled like home. It was calming, now he could rest. Far away from the people that tried to get him. Now he could just rest, and in the morning he could go, go back to his family, but now he needs to rest...