Peter– Hawaiian Prisoner- Day 63
Shots
rang out from across the street where Peter lay, feigning death. He felt blood
leak from the gash in his arm every time his heart pulsed, but he still felt
the need to maintain consciousness long enough to escape. He watched through
squinting eyes as his allies, all escapees from the Chinese concentration camp,
rushed toward the enemy line. He slowly rose to his feet and picked up his
stolen rifle. They would break the Chinese alongside the Faction, no matter which
side they would have supported on the mainland.
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