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发帖数: 5016 | 1 You are almost at the cabin when you hear footfalls behind you. You turn, to
o late, a baseball bat whacks you in the head.
You fall, dazed. A man stands over you, with a lean, hungry face. He pins y
ou with a boot to your throat and another man takes your rifle. Through the
cabin’s open door, you can see the old couple sitting on the floor, tied ba
ck to back and gagged. Jessie, the 12-year old girl who you found on the hi
ghway weeks ago, has been handcuffed to the radiator.
The two men stomp and kick as you cover your head with your forearms. You’r
e almost unconscious.
"Stop it!" you hear Lena scream. She stands in the middle of the path, her b
reath steaming. She had been out fishing. The snow falls lightly on her hair
. A pair of trout dangle from her left hand.
The second man levels the rifle at her. ”I’m sorry,” he says. ”We just
need food.”
You feel the blood washing over your face. The first man still has his boot
on your throat.
She is trembling, her face deathly white. You realize she is not afraid. He
r eyes are black with fury.
"If you just need food," she says, her voice shaking, "why did you have to h
urt him"
"We can’t take any chances, lady. Better to take first, and ask later."
"Take it then," she hisses, and trout sails through the air and lands at the
second man’s feet. "I’m sorry," he says, dropping to a knee to pick up th
e still-twitching fish. "We’ve got no choice-"
The gunshot interrupts him. The bullet blasts through his face, exploding a
red mist into the icy air. Lena had fired her revolver through her jacket p
ocket. She slides the blue-black handgun out.
The first man drops the baseball bat. ”Please—” he says, and Lena’s sec
ond shot punches him in the chest. He backs up, trips over you, and falls he
avily onto the snow.
Lena advances on him, her face terrible in its wrath. “Wait!’ you say.
"Are you ok?" she says, dropping to her knees beside you, touching your bloo
d-drenched face. "Oh god-" she sobs.
"I’m fine," you say, struggling to your feet. The first man is still crawli
ng. "Don’t waste the ammo," you tell her, picking up the baseball bat…
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