100. Danger

A tall, black-haired man is carrying one with red eyes over his shoulder.

"Kenny, get a grip!"

The red-eyed man just trembles, tears streaming from his face, unresponsive otherwise, while the other tries his best to navigate around the gravel.

"We have to hide somewhere."

"We have to survive, Kenny."

"Kenny, get a grip! I need your fighting power."

"Fuck!" He jumps from a demolished car he used as a bridge between two asphalt chunks.

"How can we kill her, Kenny? Your grandma had the only gun; I need you now!" 

"Damn it, if we hadn't fought, we would have noticed that they were slaughtered…"

"It's my fault, Kenny!"

Coming back, my nose bled even more.

"Kenny?"

I grabbed Henry by the neck, soberness creeping into my voice.

"We will be attacked soon. Go and protect my grandmother with your life. THIS IS AN ORDER!"