17. Me? A Fat Chipmunk?

We both were swallowed by the dark greenery of whispering trees and unknown beasts that were lurking in the shadows. I could hear the crunching sound of crusted leaves beneath our feet as we ran on them.

My heart was pounding hard against my ribcage. I could feel the thugs trailing behind us. The cold night wind nipped my exposed skin as we both ran. There were numerous trees and we had to run in zigzag to avoid bumping into one. It was so dark and the light from the moon and stars were dappled by the trees.

The bullets were rained upon us, my feet protest against me but my grip on the devil's hand was firm as if, he would protect me from these thugs. I was breathing hard and my lungs squeezed painfully. My throat felt dry and painful as if, I ate sand. I felt thirst and in desperate need of water. My eyes stung from exhaustion and pain.

I stopped running, pulling my hands away from my boss, and rested them on my knees panting heavily.

"Mr. Sandros, c