A Short Story
Gunshots
devoured the once peaceful air. He tried to catch his breath but he knew that
he couldn’t stop. Although he was exhausted to death, he still, unwillingly,
ran and ran. He wondered how long he would be running and hoped he would make
it back safely.
“C’mon
Kittycat, we can’t stop now. They can’t get us, or they’ll kill us!”, the boy
called Shane, frantic, closed into a dark alleyway. It smelt like danger…
2 Hours Ago
“Completely
grotesque. Spitfire’s first hairball! Amazing! Okay. We’ve to run to the store
to get some food I’ve got $5. Enough to get us some breakfast!”, the boy called
Shane carefully crossed the road watching out for any cars.
Outside,
the sign ‘Hunters’ (the name of the shop they were about to enter) was tilting
as Shane entered.
“Let’s
see. They’ve got tuna, salmon and chicken. We’ll take all of them, and for me a
refreshing egg mayonnaise sandwich!!”,
Shane enthusiastically stated.
So
far, their day had been nothing but a nice exultant day to relax. But all was
ruined when the boy called Shane spied a nasty and dangerous sight. It was the
gang. Even worse, every gang member was there. They were searching for him
because of the drugs that were
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