Sorry I couldn't upload over the weekend, I was really busy with stuff and had to be out a lot, but don't worry, I'll make it up with three chapters this week.
(Shiana's P.O.V.)
I motioned for Chris to try and take the shot, seeing him take aim and fire, another gunshot being heard as he falls to the ground, holding his shoulder. I run to him and check his wound, making sure the bullet isn't stuck. Another gunshot goes off and it hits the cover me and him were at, Sal shooting out, but as he does, more people come out from cover, showing off their own weapons, better than anything we had on us, and they surround us. After a small fight, they round us up and look over us, they whispering mostly as they take our things. Looted again.
I hear one speak up, "Carver will be glad we found these guys, he said he'd be real upset if they just slipped out." I roll my eyes and one of them looks to the three kids, "What does he want these guys for? We should just kill them right now." Another person spoke up, defending the kids, but mostly so he could save himself from Carver's wrath.
We were loaded into a truck, forced to leave our belongings as we were taken away, we were silent, except Tess, who started to sniffle and whine. One of the guards yelled at her, but quickly shut up as Sal stood up and blocked the opening between the driver seat and the back, he going back to driving right after.
The drive is taking a while, but eventually Chris had an idea, he whispered to Sal and Chad, Mikhail finding the piece of metal and handing it to Chris who snuck over to the opening, and Chad and Sal began to fight, and as the driver looked back, Chris swung the piece of metal into his head, Will making sure the girls didn't see as blood came pouring out. I guess he had his hand on the steering wheel too hard after the hit because after the swing, he turned the wheel so hard that the truck swerved and hit something, causing all of us to be jolted and thrown around.
I got up and checked on the kids. They were okay, with some scratches and soon to have bruises, the worst of us had to be Chris, who still had the bullet wound, we heard slamming on the back of the truck door and voices behind it. We all quickly moved to the door and Mikhail whispered, "Scatter when they open." Sal spoke against the idea, "No way. We should stick together. We just found each other…
I opened my mouth, ready to put in the final vote.
Scatter
Stick together