49 Bullets

As they continued to walk, panic strike her. She could feel tension building inside her at the disturbing thoughts in her head. Pushing the disturbing thoughts off her head, she shook off her fears and resolved to search for him. As they continued to walk farther into the dark woods at night, Linda’s steps echoed with fear. George was trailing behind. “Vladimir!” She yelled his name, her voice piercing through the quiet woods. “What path did he take?” George inquired. “I don’t know. We went separate ways,” Linda replied, worry evident in her voice. “I just hope nothing bad happens to him,” she expressed her concern. “He’s going to be alright. Didn’t you see the way he punched me? I’m sure he can protect himself,” George reassured. “Vladimir!” Linda’s voice echoed again, and this time she was sure she heard a faint response. “I think I heard something. This way,” George guided her through another path. As they advanced, they caught sight of guns on the ground. The sight heigh