Fthew: A Narrative Fiction

Fthew. The ringing of the gunshots were still fresh in my ears as the bullets whizzed by my head. I was about ready to pass out from exhaustion, mainly because I had been running for the last five minutes at almost a full sprint and, to be honest, I never got higher than a B- in gym. I breathed a sigh of relief as I noticed a store with a door open, most of the buildings I’d passed were foreclosed and chained shut. Quickly I made a turn into the building and hurried to the second floor in an effort to lose my pursuers, sadly they saw me enter the store and followed me. I really only had two options at this point: Be captured and most likely executed, or… I dove out the second story window without haste, luckily enough it was only about fourteen feet up. It’s as easy as, well, jumping from a second story window? In any case, I actually only fell about eight feet because of the awning in front of the store. Once I landed I took off into …show more content…
I needed to get back to the Command Island and write my report, plus I was still bleeding from the gunshot I experienced earlier that day. I did my best to patch it, but there’s only so much I can do for a bullet wound on the back of my right shoulder. The ride took ten minutes after I told the captain to go full speed, when we were finally back to the command island, I sighed a sigh of relief and thanked the captain for piloting his boat this late. Now all I had to do was walk the tenth of the mile to my room at Fort Jay. I made it about halfway before I passed out from the exhaustion from earlier and loss of blood. I’m not entirely sure how long I was out, but when I woke up I was in my room, alone. I stood up and winced, my shoulder had been bandaged, but not stitched, I ignored the pain and walked to my laptop, “Alright… Where to start?” I wrote the following report about my findings inside the rebel occupied zone of the