Warchild: Pawn (The Warchild Series) - Plot & Excerpts
They used the sniper to lay down enough fire so we would all duck and cover, become immobile, while the rest of the DAV runners approached to kill resistors and snatch citizens like plucking fat red apples from a low-hanging limb. Briefly, I consider running back to help. Would it help? With the sniper still out here, no, so instead, I spin around the tree and run, darting across the forest floor, a fox hunting her prey. No special abilities present themselves, and they couldn’t have picked a worse time to disappear. I’m not bounding like a deer. I can’t run with ridiculous speed. Time moves at its normal pace. It’s only me and my pumping legs, planting one foot in front of the other, muscle moving muscle, shoving my body ahead. The burn in my thighs is accompanied by the ache of being on the run for days. My wounded feet send throbbing pain up and into my spine. My lungs feel as if I’m breathing through one of the reeds around the lake back home. Home. Briefly, I think about home and how we’re so far away from the comfort of what we knew.
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