I groan lowly in pain, dragging myself across the ground as blood drips from the gun wound in my leg. My vision blurs, my head spinning as I try to stay conscious. I spot a figure not too far away in the distance, but I can't make out who they are. I hesitate, considering the chance they may be a rebel before my leg throbs in pain again. I'm not an idiot. I'll die for sure if I don't take the risk. With my jaw clenched, I crawl best I can over the dirt, slowly coming closer to the person.
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