Hearts Beating in Shadows

The acrid scent of gunpowder lingered in the air as the glow of the burning safe house flickered in the distance. Scarlett pressed a bloodied cloth to the cut on her arm, her breath coming in shallow bursts. Nathan crouched by the battered truck they'd found, his hands working quickly to hotwire the vehicle.

"Will that thing even start?" Simeon asked, his voice tight with pain as he adjusted his position in the back seat, wincing with every movement.

"It'll start," Nathan muttered, his jaw set. "Just keep watch."

The soft crunch of glass beneath Scarlett's boots drew her attention to the chaos around them—shattered remnants of their fight. She remembered the fight they just luckily escaped .

......

Flash back to earlier.

The quiet of the night had shattered with the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Scarlett had barely ducked in time, the bullet embedding itself into the wooden beam behind her.