Paco Valdez
BU
You dash for the protection of the haystack as quickly as your feet will carry you. You don't dive into the stack this time, there just isn't enough time. Instead, you run around to the other side of the rotting pile of hay and duck low, waiting for them to arrive.
You don't have to wait long. You count three shadows of three men on the floor. They walk up to the corpse and murmer something that only they can hear. You can hear them walking towards your haystack. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the pitchfork in the body...
"Come on out, asshole," You hear one of them demand.
You don't move. You can hear two of them circling around the haystack and find yourself flanked by two armed men. The moment you can see the first of them you throw yourself at him, catching him unprepared and tackling him to the ground.
You are in the middle of repeatedly punching him in the face when a gunshot goes off behind you. A sharp pain rips through your body and you collapse to the floor, clutching at the gaping wound in your chest and struggling to keep your innards inside.
"You weren't supposed to kill him," You hear one of them say. It is the last thing you hear before your world goes dark and silent forever.
You dash for the protection of the haystack as quickly as your feet will carry you. You don't dive into the stack this time, there just isn't enough time. Instead, you run around to the other side of the rotting pile of hay and duck low, waiting for them to arrive.
You don't have to wait long. You count three shadows of three men on the floor. They walk up to the corpse and murmer something that only they can hear. You can hear them walking towards your haystack. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the pitchfork in the body...
"Come on out, asshole," You hear one of them demand.
You don't move. You can hear two of them circling around the haystack and find yourself flanked by two armed men. The moment you can see the first of them you throw yourself at him, catching him unprepared and tackling him to the ground.
You are in the middle of repeatedly punching him in the face when a gunshot goes off behind you. A sharp pain rips through your body and you collapse to the floor, clutching at the gaping wound in your chest and struggling to keep your innards inside.
"You weren't supposed to kill him," You hear one of them say. It is the last thing you hear before your world goes dark and silent forever.
