280 Escape

 "Come on," the footsteps muffled by heavy rain hitting the thick foliage above, "-this isn't the time to give up," urged with bloodied hands, face, and a suit drenched in the liquid. *Bang, bang,* echoed with flickers of light, bullets landed all around. *Fwoop,* a direct hit, "-keep moving," coughed, white hair turned red.

 "Leave me behind," hand in hand, a girl, with half of her visage burnt, "-it's not worth it," the rain raged, behind, in tandem, forces of unimaginable quantities.

 "Don't give me that self-sacrificing bullshit," with a hard tug, "-we're getting out of this together," shielded, five shots as loud as explosions, "Cough" each hit, blood dripped.

 "You're not fine," paralyzed by fear, the girl, now in a princess carry, could but stare vividly as the rain, turned crimson, dripped from her carrier's face and body.