Creative Writing #2

The words “Help us! You need to get us out of here” from my loved ones replayed in the back of my mind like a broken record. I was determined to get them off that island and out of any harm, I sprint down towards the docks, where i take one of the Canoes and try to not make to much noise.

The sounds of the waves and the gentleness of the breeze were soothing. Somethings not right its to quite, gunshots in the distance break the silence, I duck down further into the Canoe. I see a bullet fly past the side. They see me! I sit up to grab the paddle but i feel a stabbing in my chest, and another gunshot goes off. This time the bullet goes straight the right side of my chest, I feel it rip through my flesh and plant itself inside of me. The blood blooms across my white T-shirt like a flower in the spring.

I slump down, rip off the bottom of my T-shirt and wrap it tightly around my chest trying to stop the bleeding. "I'm going to die" is the only thing going through my mind as i slowly lower myself into the water when the shots stop, the salt water burns my wound. I slide under the boat and pull it with me as i swim. I figured this is the only way i get to the island without being seen. The island is getting closer and i have only been shot at twice, from here i can see the entrance to the underground shelter, its being guarded by huge men with full body amour, i don't know how i'm going to pass them. I head around to the back of the island and leave the boat there, I sprint off into the woods and climb up the tallest tree i can see for a better view. I see the guards; one has walked off to check the rest of the island while the other one has stayed there. This is my chance.