I don’t even get the full two minutes before she makes it out. While my momentum keeps me going forward, she drops straight down into a dense group of trees. She takes another sizable chunk of my left shoulder on the way.
I eventually land on a riverbank that would be serene, except for the string of obscenities spewing out of my mouth. Partially from losing the girl, but mainly from the steady stream of blood pouring from what’s left of my shoulder. It’s fairly easy to see the alarmingly large puddle accumulating underneath me. Here’s where a choice has to be made:
She’s probably busy biting the head off a rabbit, so I wouldn’...
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