Bullets started to bounce off the rear window on our (thankfully bullet proof) limo zine, when it screeched to a halt, when the window smashed
Screaming, all I could hear was screaming; it was like I was underwater, my breathing was shallow, and I was slowly, slowly rising. When my hearing suddenly came back.
"CAMMIE ARE YOU ALRIGHT" I nodded my head, reassuring Zach
I looked over at him blood was pouring out his shoulder, I snapped back into action trying to find something better than my hand to stop the bleeding. I t was a through and through but it just wouldn't stop bleeding.
The screen that split us came down, almost comically slowly Grant and Bex were slouched sown in their seats, Bex scrambled for her gun hidden in the glovebox.
I looked at her, fear in my eyes, I was to warn out for this. Fighting against the circle was not an easy life. Bex opened the passenger window and turned to Grant
"Hit it honey"
She started to shoot out the window as we sped through village roads. I just wanted a quite plane ride to our honeymoon destination. But instead we were speeding our stupidly guarded and armed reception, because even on a wedding day my family still carried guns. I mean I can see after the last couple of years we have had why they think they might need them.
Zach was leaning against me trying to stay awake, he was still losing blood I was watching he smirked; then he fainted
"ZACH please wake up"