Her bones were shaking as if they were about to be broken. Her breathing was shallow as if something was digging into her stomach. The nun smiled as if her cheek would be torn by the stretch. Gunner can hear her bones again clacking as she twist her waist from left to right and laugh like a psycho.
“What’s wrong, Gunner?” the nun asked as she rest her head in her left shoulder and her eyes were wide open and the edges were red as blood.
Gunner realizes he can't just keep running until he runs out of energy. He is unable to escape or hide.
What is he going to do?
“Kill,” Gunner uttered under his breath that is enough for him to hear. It was impossible for at this range and that kind of his condition but he had no choice after all.
He positioned himself for action. He’ll get ready himse
