Chapter 25

Shrapnel shake around us like dust on a road, and my breath hurts my throat. All the weight of the man on my body makes it little easier for air to enter my lungs.

“What’s going on? "I scream, but my voice doesn't sound louder than a whisper. The cacophony of bursts is too big for me not to be able to overdo it.

Hunter has his face next to my ear, and he doesn't need so much effort for me to be able to listen to him.

"I should be dead, can you remember, girl?”

I would have snorted if despair didn't leave me so blocked for any reaction besides shrinking.

Covering my eyes with my hands, I get scared with the wheezing of a bullet that can pierce the wall that is our only shield, hitting the closet door. Rotten chips rain on the floor, and so close to my face that I smell burnt wood.

Hunter repeats the same word he always says in his foreign language, and rolls away from my body. I almost scream for him to come back and not let me become a Swiss cheese, but