it's an ambush i mutter in realization as a head popped out from behind a bush. Reluctantly, I dragged you by the waist behind me, covering you as I slowly backed out of the garden. And stepped on a twig cazzo! (fuck) i hiss, as the ambushers open fire. Abandoning all pretence, we both run back to the van. I feel a sudden, searing pain in my thigh, but keep running, only relaxing after we were on the highway. I glance at my thigh. I had been shot, and I was bleeding severely
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