…..but they were exhausted…
The smell of moist tree bark filled my nose. The glistening stars enlightened the late night sky. The light of the moon helped lead me through the woods. My thick boots sunk into the mushy mud and then I heard “CHOP, CHOP”; I knew it was the sound of a helicopter. They were looking for me. I heard moving muffled voices in the distance, coming closer and closer. I was the hunter’s target. They were coming for me. Unconsciously my legs started to run ferociously but they were exhausted from the millions of kilometers I had already traveled. I stopped running, my heart was beating frantically. I was panting a lot. I fell to my knees, tears rushed down my face. It wasn’t time to give up, it was just the beginning. I heard a loud gunshot and looked down at my chest.