“Dude!” I gave up on the fucking ammo, but still had a bitch of a time getting back on my feet. “Come on!”
“You, come on!”
I didn’t really feel like shooting anyway, even if just pretend, so I aimed the barrel at the ground. “Jesus. What’s the rush?”
I felt as if I was going to puke. Maybe I wasn’t good at running, after all.
“So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?” I managed to ask, despite my queasiness and lack of breath,
“At the moment, trying not to get shot.”
The crackle of gunfire was relentless. I heard men all around me crying out, grunting loudly, and cursing a blue streak.
“Sounds like a plan.” Though it was moot, I played along, knowing my fate was in the roll of Patrick’s dice. “Guess things came up snake eyes for those poor guys.”
When I finally got a good look, I didn’t recognize the person with whom I was sprinting. My immediate assumption was that he had come with one of the other groups from another location nearby