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Kendra POV

“GOT HIM!” I hear someone scream from the road.

“Bradley!” I scream. He does not move. I push him off of me. It is not easy, but I manage to get him off of me. My husband has been shot.

“Can you hear me?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says weakly.

“I need to go get help,” I say.

I do not want to leave him here alone. I run to the road. Whoever shot him is long gone. I begin screaming as I am running for the cabins. His mother and Chuck are both running in our direction.

“We heard a shot. Are you okay?” She hollers toward me.

“No! It is Bradley! Hurry!” I scream.

Alissa keeps running toward me. Chuck turns to go back to the cabin. Alissa and I both sit next to Bradley.

“How does it look?” I ask her.

“Chuck will know what to do, don’t worry, he will be fine,” Alissa says.

“Son, can you hear me?” A