67. Trust.

Bryan was heavily injured.

But he still managed to walk.

He leaned against a tree as he was catching his breathe.

He clutched his hand, his forehead was wounded and so was his abdomen.

His leg was wounded as well thankfully nothing was broken.

But he still felt hard to breathe and walk as his entire body was in pain.

And his head was heavy. As he was trying to hide from the people that were after him.

“Mother fuckers.” he said with gritted teeth, “attacking me when I am helpless.

He said as he walked ahead, wiping the blood that was coming out from the side of his mouth.

“I am going to kill them all.” Bryan swore as he walked ahead.

He was done running away like this and hiding like this, like a damn coward, a fucking pest.

Bryan felt like his eyes were getting heavy as he walked ahead.

And as he walked ahead, he suddenly heard a noise.

He heard footsteps several of them walking towards him,

And now he was pissed. He was very, very pissed as he turned around and in the next second, he