Fiction Story 1 — Part 12
This post is part of an ongoing story. If this is your first time here, then WELCOME! I have an introduction that will explain the “what” and the “why”. You can follow this link to catch up on previous posts. Enjoy!
Greg jumped down and ran toward me. “Shit, we gotta bail!”
I turned around and ran ahead of him. We booked away from the clearing and through the rows of dead orange trees. I clocked my shoulder onto a branch and ripped my shirt. I didn’t feel pain, only the cooling wetness of blood that trickled from the wound.