We had to get out of here, and we both knew it. The bullet-wound in my shoulder had blood dripping down my arm and all the way to my fingertips. I didn't have time to think right now. I grabbed my bag with my good hand and started running through the cave, he was following close behind me. They were coming for us; we could hear them.

We ran through the twisting pathways of the cave, running to find a way out. We heard a loud bang, and I crumpled to the ground. Excruciating pain shot through my leg. It was another bullet...

I tried to stand but I couldn't. He saw the look in my eyes and knew; I wasn't going anywhere. I could see the anger filling his eyes as he ran back the way we came. I sat there, listening to footsteps running, gunshots echoing, and screams, lots of screams. I couldn't walk so I sat back against the edge of the cave and waited. It must have been a while because I had started to doze off, probably from the blood loss.

My eyes opened when the screaming stopped. When the only sound in the cave was footsteps running towards me. I had no idea who it was, and I couldn't do anything about it anyways with my bum leg. I didn't have to worry though, it was him. He was absolutely covered in blood. He killed all of them? He picked me up and started walking through the cave without saying a word. A look of sadness and pain swirled in his eyes. He hadn't wanted to kill them; he did it to save me. Does that make him good? I had always thought he was a bad man. A killer with no remorse. But seeing this side of him. He doesn't want to kill. He does it because he has to. He does it to protect me.