Chapter 9

"Jeanshe!"

"Spencer!"

Shawnel and I looked at each other as we both exclaimed those words. The emotion I saw in her eyes was the same emotion I could see in mine - a deep concern and worry.

We were all stunned by what we saw. We were all frozen in place as we witnessed Spencer fall to the ground, hit by bullets from behind.

Our worry for Spencer dissipated when we saw him crawl towards Jeanshe. We breathed a sigh of relief because we thought he was going to die from those bullets. But it seems we were wrong because in the midst of his suffering, he still managed to crawl towards Jeanshe. The perks of being a tough weed. When you're a tough weed, you can expect to live a long time even if you're close to death.

But our reduced worry returned when we saw Vildamir aim his gun at Spencer. While Spencer continued to crawl towards Jeanshe, holding onto her hand.

When our eyes met, I nodded at Shawnel. A nod that meant it was the right time for us to execute our plan. Shawnel seemed to under