Damien pressed his back against the rough wooden wall of the cabin. His chest heaved as he tried to force air into his lungs. The sharp sting in his left shoulder barely registered. It was just a graze, a torn sleeve sticky with a thin line of blood. Beside him, Lily sat slumped, her breathing shallow. Outside, the forest had gone quiet. There were no more cracks of gunfire. Or footsteps.He strained his ears. The shooter could be anywhere, waiting for them to step out again. If only there were security cameras around the property so he could make out where this shooter was. He hated himself for not having them deployed on his first visit here.“Unc… uncle…” Lily’s voice was thin. “I… think… something’s wrong.”Damien turned.Her hands were pressed tight against her torso. Between her fingers, dark red bloomed outward, spreading fast across the fabric of the shirt. More of it had already soaked downward, pooling between her thighs and dripping onto the floorboards. For a full second h
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