
The sky
darkened slowly as the day came to an end. Two shapes could be seen running
across the parking lot of the abandoned gas station before they hid behind the dumpster
on the side of the building. Heavy
breathing could be heard; there muscles desperately trying to get oxygen back.
A breathless whisper was heard from the larger shape when the smaller form
shifted nervously, “Hold your ground.” A rat darted into the old building,
startled by the sound of glass being crushed under a heavy, booted foot. The
third shape stopped; steal gray eyes surveying the area around him, trying to
spot his targets. The huddles forms moved slightly as to not draw attention. “Stay
here and no matter what, do not move from this spot until I say so.” The larger
person of the twp spoke softly. Slowly, he started to get up and made his way
around the trash can towards the hunter with one last promise whispered, “I
know we will be safe and sound.”
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