Food
Water
Blankets
First aid
Ammo
The pistols
A change of clothes
I stuff everything into the backpack. I look up at Vinny, "Ready?"
"Yes, wait, no. I'll be right back."
He runs into the open, swerving out of the way so no flashlights hit him.
I grab my backpack and decide to follow.
He's gonna kill himself.
I dash after him, dodging the light. I finally reach him, he's hiding behind a tree. The perfect place for something to kill him.
"Vinny!" I whisper.
He jumps and raises his fists.
"Who's there!?" He shouts.
I want to slap him. I hear the guards talking, they heard him.
"Shut up you idiot!"
"Mila! Go back! It isn't safe here!"
"You can say that again! What were you thinking?! We have to go!"
I try to pull him back, but he remains standing.
"I dropped my hat, the one Lukey gave me."
"On the way to the tree?"
"Yeah."
"Vinny we'll never find it! Let's just go back. I can't lose you too!"
"But Mila, I already found it."
I follow his gaze to John's post, which also happens to house John's collection of random "treasures" he find on the ground.
On top of the pile of pins and wood sculptures and other junk, sits a yellow bear beret.
"I'm gonna go take it!"
"Vinny! I know John plays it cool usually, but we never steal from him!"
"He won't care!"
"Vinny, yes he will!"
He looks into my eyes deciding what to do, "I need that hat Mila."
He ran in.
He grabbed the hat.
John turned around to see his "friend" running away, with his stuff in his hand.
John's veins bulged, he raised his gun.
"Vinny! You little-
"That's no way to talk to a friend-
The sound of the gunshot almost broke me, but it didn't.
What broke me was Vinny's ear-splitting scream.
"You're not my friend."
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Death by Nature
General FictionFormerly known as trials by Nature. What if it was illegal to leave your town, what if it was illegal to think to feel to laugh to cry to love. What happens when you break that law? Your fate.. is determined by your survival skills, if you can survi...
