Where did they keep getting these weapons from?

“My name? What’s your real name?,” the woman answered as we started running through the woods. “Joe? You could come up with something more convincing than that!”

The man glared at her, and ran ahead of us.

I heard the dogs behind, and more sirens in the distance. I wondered if I should have left them, and gone towards the police instead. Would they believe that I was innocent? Would they let me go free?

Glancing back behind me, I saw a policeman tearing through the branches and leaves. No… he wasn’t a policeman.

He was another guard.

Suddenly, I knew what the woman and the man said before had been true. The police weren’t here; some organization I’d never heard of was here to take care of it.

I tripped and, forgetting my wrists were still bound, tried to put them out for balance. I crashed to the ground.

A guard was running closer, the woman was hiding behind the tree.

She flicked the switchblade through the air.