I was lying on my back, staring up at a deep blue sky. It was clear, not a single cloud marring its perfection. I gazed at it for a second, taking it in. The sound of gunfire shattered my reverie and reminded me where I was and what was happening. Rolf was hunting me. He was hunting Christa. Christa! I leaped to my feet, looking around. I could see that everyone had left the makeshift prison. They were running towards the woods. I made out Emmett, dashing into the trees. A few yards behind him were Ken and Christa. Ken had Christa running in front of him. He was shielding her body with his own. Good. She was okay. At least for the moment. I looked in the direction it seemed the bullets were coming from, hoping for a glance at the hunters. But I couldn’t see anyone. I had no idea where there were. They had taken good cover someplace. It was as if they were invisible. No time to waste, I took off running for the woods myself. Another bullet hit me in my arm. It hurt, and blood poured out of the wound.
