Gunnar's POV 

With every last bit of strength that I had left in my body, I reached behind me and grabbed the handle of the knife that had been buried deep in my back. 

The pain was sharp and constant, and it did not reduce even for a moment. My hand tightened around the handle, and I forced myself to pull it out even though every part of my body resisted the movement.

The blade slid out slowly, and I felt the blood follow it immediately. I staggered forward as I pulled it free, my breathing rough as I tried to stay on my feet. 

I spat out a mouthful...