Chapter Sixty Three – Shot through the head and your to blame
Kermit ran towards Kyla as she lay slumped on the floor, Cigs ran towards Sanchez as he waved his hand gun around aiming at anything and anyone, whilst Tank ran towards the bunker and his family.
Woof tackled the guard who held the phone, bringing him to his knees before restraining him with zip ties around his hands and feet, then removed the phone, and placed it in his combat trouser pockets.
Kyla whimpered slightly, as Kermit looked down at her, she was holding her stomach, and he knew she must be in a serious amount of pain. His heart stopped in his chest as he crouched down beside her fighting with everything he had to keep a check on his emotions.
“What is happening missy?” he asked, his voice laced with concern
