Ch. 1: Escape

The wind rushes past my face and I push myself harder so that they can't catch up with me. It was a great idea to go into the sewers there is little space and its pitch black; the kind of environment that I was made for.
Swish
Another bullet whizzes past me; barely missing. They're getting a bit more careless now with their aim… guess it's not necessary for me to go back alive. Crabs… in another 20 feet I'm gona hit a wall and there are no other tunnels… hold on theirs one to my left in 10 feet… it leads to more tunnels I'm going to take it.
Bam
Holy Skittles! They hit my shoulder…dam it hurts like that hot fiery place down there beneath the earth. I run to the opening I saw earlier and I'm grabbed from behind and a hand goes over my mouth. I start to struggle and lash out with all my might but a hash voice with a very thick Brooklyn accent tells me "Don't move; we'll take those punks out for ya."
For some reason I feel that I can trust this voice…no I want to trust this voice but I can't. I'll see what happens and if they try any funny business then. Hold on a sec did he say WE?
As if on cue the guy says "Donne take her she's got a bad gun wound in her right shoulder. See what you can do to stop the bleeding before we take her back."
The hole in my shoulder decides that it doesn't want to be ignored just because of some adder line and throbs with ever more intensity. I let out a small hiss and then a hand goes to my good shoulder turning me around so I'm facing the opening that I came trough; while someone behind me works on applying pressure to my shoulder to stop the bleeding.
The Foot soldiers that were chasing me come running into view of the opening, that I went through, when three guys ambush them. I would have liked to see how the fight would end but right now I'm in too much pain and the days without food or sleep catch up with me and my world goes blacker than usual.