When I heard the shot, I instinctively covered my head. But the bullet pierced my stomach. I screamed in agony, the pain unbearable!

“Arrghh!!” I screamed.

The figure hurried away, his cold-blooded attitude apparent after shooting me.

I curled up at the bottom of the pit, shaking from the pain. I couldn’t even call for help. I had to shift somehow, but I felt too weak.

“Elijah...”

Only his name gave me the strength to cling to consciousness, even as the pain threatened to drag me into the darkness. A bullet was lodged in my abdomen, and I pressed my hand against the wound, trying to stop the blood.

“Elijah...”...