ALAN
Elias and I kept running through the thick forest, our feet pounding against the earth in a bid for freedom. The trees blurred together, their branches a mix of green and brown fog as we desperately sought to escape. We had been running for what felt like an eternity and our legs were already aching, but we couldn't stop now. We had to keep running.
We could hear Marcus instructing his men, "Start shooting into the forest," Marcus said.
The sound of gunfire echoed into the trees, growing louder and more intense with every step. Marcus' men were closing in, their bullets flying into the air, sending chips of bark from the trees. We dodged, our hearts racing with fear, but we didn't stop. We kept running, our legs pumping intensely as we desperately sought to outrun our pursuers. We
