Chapter 14 Motivated Jogging (2/2)
Most people don't experience this kind of life and death situation during their lifetime. It makes for a good movie plot, but people hunting people is normally the work the deranged killers.
Laz wasn't going to make time for his feelings, or beg or plead for it to stop. He was going to just keep running.
In this case, he had to thank the crazy bitch from the other night. She showed him what it meant to be powerless. He came face to face with death for the first time in his short life and was able to develop a will to live. Thanks to that, he didn't bother with useless thoughts and instead just kept going.
Sometimes people lack that. They live in a nice safe place that causes them to lose the primal desire to survive.
Laz had heard those survivor stories where someone almost died and came back a different person, loving life and wanting to be a better human being.
'Fuck that,' Laz thought, 'I'm not dying a virgin.'
He never once thought that Bill wasn't serious although he did seem to feel like something was strange from the bullets he fired. They didn't sound the same as the one coming from the glock.
Due to his lack of experience, he couldn't figure it out.
Up ahead Laz finally noticed the chain link fence outside the tree line. Beyond it stood a corn field that seemed to stretch out forever. It was a blessing for his weary body to see.
His mood instantly perked up and Laz felt the energy deep down to keep going. It was a fine bit of refreshment after the hours long torment. Bill however, had a different idea.
'Well, might as well. I don't think he will break anything,' Bill thought as he aimed the rifle.
Laz's blood was pumping. With the fence in view, he knew he was almost safe. This crazy run made his body feel like lead, but his heart was beating with an intensity he had never felt before. The thrill, the terror, all of it. He could feel it in his veins.
Click...
This was it, Bill's final shot. Even though his feet kept him moving forward, Laz had focused again on the sound coming from behind him. He knew he could do this.
BANG
BANG
BANG
'FUCK ME.' Laz didn't even think. He knew all three would be coming for his back. Diving forward, he stuck his hands out in front if him to catch himself and remembered his hand was still in the brace. He couldn't bend it.
In the fraction of a second that he had before he hit the ground, he channeled the surging energy in his body, tensed up and cranked his hand back as hard as he could, breaking the brace. With his hand free, he was able to push down on the ground and fling his body forward, doing a forward flip.
The first bullet flew over as he went down and the second one sailed over as he was coming back up.
He almost made it.
The last one crashed into his back as he was coming up and sent him flying. He hit the fence face first, coming to a crashing stop before being flung backwards. When he finally hit the ground, he was face up, looking at the sky.