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her
mouth with the sleeve of her shirt, Joy blinked. Coming out of the
forest, across the field, were two men, neither of which Joy had seen
before. Squinting, she was sure something was going on, as both men
were dressed in what looked like camouflage tactical gear. Joy looked
around, and called to one of the other people in the field with her.
"Hey!"
One
of the other field workers, a young man, looked up. Joy waved, and
pointed at the two men approaching from out of the forest. "Longwei!"
she yelled, pointing and gesturing. "Get Longwei!"
The
man didn't know what the word ‘get’ meant, but he
followed her pointing, and upon seeing the two strangers, scrambled
to his feet. He took off running back towards the main body of the
village, while the other three people stood up.
Joy
was shocked when the two strangers, upon seeing their approach had
been discovered, pulled out automatic rifles, firing on the group.
The villagers screamed, and Joy felt instincts she hadn't used in
years kick in, the instincts developed in the poor Washington DC
streets, and she dove for cover behind the cart, making sure to keep
the wheels between her and the attackers. Glancing out from behind
her cover, she saw as the attackers made their way towards them.
Luckily, nobody was hurt in the initial burst of gunfire, and Joy was
thankful to see the other three villagers scampering away as fast as
they could.
Unfortunately
for her, she saw the two gunmen making their way towards her. She
looked around desperately, looking for anything she could use to keep
the gunmen away or distracted while she ran away. However, the only
thing she could see were a couple of farm tools, small hand held
scythes they used for cutting stubborn weeds, and a hoe that could be
used if necessary. Neither was enough to allow her to defend herself
against gunmen with automatic weapons.
Peeking
out again, she saw the gunmen were now halfway across the fields.
Confident in their prey, they were walking casually, not rushing into
any situation. One of them pointed his rifle at Joy, so she ducked
back behind cover before he could squeeze off any fire in her
direction. Getting to her knees, she dug her toes into the dirt,
bracing her left foot against the cart's tire. While she wasn't a
track star, there was no way she was going to just sit there and let
the gunmen come and slaughter her.
Joy
came into a crouch, her knuckles in the dirt, and took a deep breath.
With an internal yell, she sprinted away from the cart, keeping
herself low and using the cart for as much cover as she could. After
two seconds, she cut to her right, starting to zig-zag her way across
the field she was in towards the village. She heard the rattling bark
of gunfire, and dove, rolling as she did before pivoting and
sprinting the other direction. She saw a berm in the field ahead, and
dove behind it, just as automatic fire chewed up the ground she was
hiding behind.
Joy's
breath was liquid fire in her throat, the exertion of the all out
sprint combined with the fear sent her heart rate through the roof.
She regretted not wearing her running shoes today of all things,
choosing instead one of the pairs of sturdy work boots she had picked
up the habit of wearing in the two weeks since Billy had brought her
back. At least this
wasn't the first day I wore these ,
she thought. I never
would have made it then.
Joy
heard a sliding snapping sound, and realized the gunmen were
reloading. Taking advantage of the momentary respite, she scrambled
to her feet to take off again, seeing a large rock maybe fifty meters
ahead of her. If she could make it there, she might have a chance.
Just
as she started to sprint, a harrowing roar split the early afternoon
air. From the corner of her eye, she saw a green blur come from the
direction of the village. Not stopping her run, she dashed behind the
rock, dropping to cover just as she heard a sharp scream, and gunfire
bray in response. None of the gunfire was in her
mouth with the sleeve of her shirt, Joy blinked. Coming out of the
forest, across the field, were two men, neither of which Joy had seen
before. Squinting, she was sure something was going on, as both men
were dressed in what looked like camouflage tactical gear. Joy looked
around, and called to one of the other people in the field with her.
"Hey!"
One
of the other field workers, a young man, looked up. Joy waved, and
pointed at the two men approaching from out of the forest. "Longwei!"
she yelled, pointing and gesturing. "Get Longwei!"
The
man didn't know what the word ‘get’ meant, but he
followed her pointing, and upon seeing the two strangers, scrambled
to his feet. He took off running back towards the main body of the
village, while the other three people stood up.
Joy
was shocked when the two strangers, upon seeing their approach had
been discovered, pulled out automatic rifles, firing on the group.
The villagers screamed, and Joy felt instincts she hadn't used in
years kick in, the instincts developed in the poor Washington DC
streets, and she dove for cover behind the cart, making sure to keep
the wheels between her and the attackers. Glancing out from behind
her cover, she saw as the attackers made their way towards them.
Luckily, nobody was hurt in the initial burst of gunfire, and Joy was
thankful to see the other three villagers scampering away as fast as
they could.
Unfortunately
for her, she saw the two gunmen making their way towards her. She
looked around desperately, looking for anything she could use to keep
the gunmen away or distracted while she ran away. However, the only
thing she could see were a couple of farm tools, small hand held
scythes they used for cutting stubborn weeds, and a hoe that could be
used if necessary. Neither was enough to allow her to defend herself
against gunmen with automatic weapons.
Peeking
out again, she saw the gunmen were now halfway across the fields.
Confident in their prey, they were walking casually, not rushing into
any situation. One of them pointed his rifle at Joy, so she ducked
back behind cover before he could squeeze off any fire in her
direction. Getting to her knees, she dug her toes into the dirt,
bracing her left foot against the cart's tire. While she wasn't a
track star, there was no way she was going to just sit there and let
the gunmen come and slaughter her.
Joy
came into a crouch, her knuckles in the dirt, and took a deep breath.
With an internal yell, she sprinted away from the cart, keeping
herself low and using the cart for as much cover as she could. After
two seconds, she cut to her right, starting to zig-zag her way across
the field she was in towards the village. She heard the rattling bark
of gunfire, and dove, rolling as she did before pivoting and
sprinting the other direction. She saw a berm in the field ahead, and
dove behind it, just as automatic fire chewed up the ground she was
hiding behind.
Joy's
breath was liquid fire in her throat, the exertion of the all out
sprint combined with the fear sent her heart rate through the roof.
She regretted not wearing her running shoes today of all things,
choosing instead one of the pairs of sturdy work boots she had picked
up the habit of wearing in the two weeks since Billy had brought her
back. At least this
wasn't the first day I wore these ,
she thought. I never
would have made it then.
Joy
heard a sliding snapping sound, and realized the gunmen were
reloading. Taking advantage of the momentary respite, she scrambled
to her feet to take off again, seeing a large rock maybe fifty meters
ahead of her. If she could make it there, she might have a chance.
Just
as she started to sprint, a harrowing roar split the early afternoon
air. From the corner of her eye, she saw a green blur come from the
direction of the village. Not stopping her run, she dashed behind the
rock, dropping to cover just as she heard a sharp scream, and gunfire
bray in response. None of the gunfire was in her
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