"Ugh!!!" Primo grunted, sliding on the ground before quickly taking cover behind a nearby tree. Clenching his teeth, he gripped his injured shoulder, a curse escaping him as he saw blood seeping through his fingers.
Someone got him.
"Shit!" he cursed again, flinching at the sound of gunfire echoing through the dense forest.
Another bullet hit the tree, prompting him to glance at the smoke billowing from the impact. Primo had been desperately evading those chasing him, but no matter how successful he was, new threats would emerge incessantly.
There seemed to be no end to them, and now they managed to injure him.
'They're going to kill me for sure,' he thought, panting heavily. 'She said she'd pick me up — is she still alive?'
Heaven might be alive. Or she might have fled. Who knew?
