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The pain rips through Kamaria’s leg and she stumbles, nearly hitting the ground. She can’t stop, though. She has to keep running, whether there’s a bullet lodged in her flesh or not. Pain is nothing compared to death.
Through sheer strength of will, she forces herself forward, regaining her balance and finding her stride again. Her leg screams in protest. Blood is already beginning to pour from the wound, quickly soaking her leggings. Another bullet ricochets off the corner of the building she’s passing. Kamaria flinches, gritting her teeth and swerving to the other side of the street.
She has to keep running. Her bike is parked just up ahead, if she can make it there she’ll be safe enough. Not safe from Roderick’s wrath when she comes back injured, of course, but safe from the men trying to kill her currently.
A bullet whizzes past her ear. With a quick turn that sends even more pain streaking through her leg, she dives into the alley and straight onto the bike, immediately revving the engine and kicking up mud as she speeds away. Thankfully, she’s moving fast enough that the trail of blood drops she leaves behind is impossible to follow.