Getting off the island

The tone of his voice triggered me to move, and I got into an awkward limping jog, already regretting leaving him behind.

I hadn’t gotten far before I heard someone catching up on me, the sound of heavy footsteps closing in fast. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Cian come up beside me, shotgun in hand.

“You alright?” He put one arm under mine, helping me take longer steps. We could see the harbor and the small boat we came in, but it still felt like a long distance when someone chased us.

“I’m OK; what about you?” I examined his body, but he seemed fine, just a bit wet after lying on the ground.

“Never been better.” His out-of-breath voice made my spine shiver; what an inappropriate moment to get a feeling like this.

“What about our friend?”

Cian smirked, “He’s on his way in the other direction, thinking you are about to call the police.”

“Should we?”