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Relaya and Peter sat down next to a hedge whilst the man lent on the car, on his phone.

“How are we supposed to get out of this?” Relaya muttered to Peter, now becoming quite sceptical. Peter looked around; he noticed a gap in the hedge near them where a style was. He nudged her.

“Over there” he said, motioning his head. She looked then looked at him, then at the man. He walked around to the other side of the car. She looked back at Peter, he nodded at her… then they ran, and practically dived over the style as they legged it across the field. Neither looked back. But everything began to slow down into to slow motion, they jumped over a small dent in the ground… their halfway mark, but as they jumped, so did time. An explosion could be heard… which sent Peter to the ground. Relaya spun around her hair temporarily blinding her, she pulled Peter up wasting no time to examine him and helped him run with her to the close gathering of trees, not large enough to be called a forest, but large enough for them to hide. Once inside, she led Peter to a collection of brambles and they pulled themselves through the thorns into a small gap.

“Are you ok?” Relaya asked Peter once they’d reached the gap. But he didn’t reply, he just put his finger to his lips and motioned her to be quiet as footsteps could be heard. She put her head down and caught a glance of Peter’s injury. A red streak was present on the top of his back, and she could tell he was having a slight breathing difficulty.

“SO WHERE ARE YOU? C’MON UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU BOTH THEN I SUGGEST YOU C’MON OUT EH?” The man yelled as he passed the bush, he looked at it quickly before passing on then leaving.

However they both stayed there stiffly. They waited for the car to start before they began to move again.

“Lets go.” Peter said attempting to stand before falling into the bush in agony. Relaya then pulled him up and tried to comfort him.

“You’re not well enough to move Peter, I need to get you some help.” She told him as she began to look around, for any signs of life, a farm or village or something.

“Thank you Relaya I’m so sorry I got you into this mess, I should have believed you in the first place…”

“Listen it’s ok… I suppose you’ve got an excuse to get a new car now?” She tried to joke, but Peter was in too much of a daze to listen properly. “Listen you stay awake you hear?”

He nodded, but he was struggling. So she tried to pull him up and pulled him back out into the open, as painlessly as she could. From there she lay him down on the grass and ran down towards the road. Hurriedly she looked around for a sign but couldn’t see anything, so she turned around to head back. But she tripped up slightly. Looking down she noticed a phone… the mans phone. She picked it up and ran up to Peter.

“I’ve found that guys phone… I bet you it’ll have signal!” Peter nodded but was beginning to drift into unconsciousness. Looking at Peter she knew she had to hurry and dialled 999.

“Hello Police, Ambulance or Fire department?” The operator asked.

“Ambulance please!” She panicked as she saw Peter had become unconscious.

“Where about’s are you?” The operator asked.

“Um…” Relaya thought, she remembered a sign on the way or was it the road they were on; “Manor road I think it’s called on a field along it… in Somerset?”

“Ok, and what’s the problem?”

“My friend… my friend has been shot… he needs urgent help!” She rushed into the phone.

“OK, ok, calm down, do you know where about’s?”

“Yes, yes! In the top of his back… lower neck I think.”

“Ok we’ll send someone right away.”

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