He took off running, pulling me behind him. I tried my best to keep up but the pain in my side slowed me down. A bullet whizzed past my head and another hit the fencepost near me. Tattoo Man was firing a gun as he staggered behind us.
“He’s got a gun!” I screamed at my rescuer.
“No shit! Shut up and keep running!”
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