JUNE THIRD
It's been over two hours. Gunshots have been coming from everywhere for about forty minutes now. My chest raced at the footsteps and noises approaching the garage.
"They are coming with gasoline. They're burning us all," someone among my guards announced after peeking through the holes, and I turned paralyzed by fear. I couldn't breathe any more; I couldn't function.
"Miss June, look at me." Someone held my shoulders, panic in their voice. It took me a while to see faintly that it was Rawle. "There's a small opening; you will fit in. I need you to get out and run into the woods. Do not look back." He said, dragging my stiffened body somewhere. "Here," he handed me something heavy. A gun. I couldn't hold it. He collected it and held it out in my face. "Listen carefully. If an
