For sure, it was adrenaline that pushed Henrik to keep running despite his pitiful state. Fog puffed from his chapped lips as he ran and stumbled, gunfire echoing behind him.
Just moments ago, while trying to escape, Henrik had stumbled upon two men searching for him. The instant they recognized him, Henrik didn't wait for them to raise their rifles. He turned and fled, narrowly avoiding shots as he ducked behind trees and kept running without looking back.
"I shouldn't have — ahh!"
Henrik tripped over a large rock jutting out from the path and tumbled down the side, rolling violently down the short slope.
The air was knocked out of his lungs the moment he hit the ground.
"Ahh…" he wheezed, his breathing catching as he twisted onto his side. Curling against the dirt, he clawed at the soil and forced himself through the pain. His thoughts raced, urging him to move.
