The remains

Chapter 53

I ran.

Didn’t seem to matter where to, so long as he couldn’t aim a gun at me, hit me with a bullet. The whole of Mount Desolation had become an unrelenting obstacle. Branches whipped and flailed at my face, little devils stinging my arms and chest. I limped and hobbled as fast as I could, off trail, in a directionless panic, desperate to get myself out of range before one of Whalen’s near misses connected again.

My escape should have been a good thing.

But it turned out to be a grave mistake when a head-on collision with a tree trunk knocked me senseless.