" Be strong...it's almost out, there...almost..." Gordon said pulling out the last thorn that was stuck on my foot.
" Can't you be any gentler?" I grunted in pain. He kept poking my foot on the wrong spot creating more wounds instead of the right ones. I spent the last hour doing the same to him. With the dark night, it was hard to even see what you were doing. Removing the thorns from our legs was mandatory, we couldn't even make a step forward without limping. Our bodies were covered in scratches and dried blood, I could still feel the pain that coursed around the wounded parts. We were happy and extremely excited that we weren't found by the men but we had to pay a hard price for that to happen. Gordon infact kept smiling and grunting consecutively, I was sure had he not been injured,
