Nancy looked at the man she had just traded. There was no way to turn any of this back, no way to run away from here, no way to just live on like nothing happened when the one person she wanted to protect was going back to hell.
The bullet wound in his shoulder was still fresh, with blood dripping out of it tremendously. No one was going to attempt to treat him, right? The sight pained Nancy greatly.
The bullet wound on his hand was more painful to look at. A bullet had gone through it as he had tried to protect Nancy. All this for what? Sitting in a van and bleeding out, only to go back to hell?
Nancy hated that she put him here, in this spot. She hated that they were just headed to another hell. She hated and regretted each decision she had made so far. Regardless of her will and determination, they had ended up here, in a van owned by Bradley, surrounded by all these soldiers, heading to what was called his mansion.
