Blood was beginning to pour from the wound, pooling on the grass. I stood there, in shock. What the hell had they done? What did they do...?
"Stand up, Josh," I said, my voice coming out all cold and detached. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. He was fine. Of course he was fine. I was Josh.
If he died...I think I might die a little as well.
But why did I care? Why the hell do I care so much?
I collapsed at his side.
"Get up, Josh." This time, my voice broke right in the middle of his name. He was dead, wasn't he? He was gone.
I was gone as well. My body was empty, hollow, soulless. This is what Juliet felt when Romeo died, wasn't it? Pure nothing. Everything was over. It was the end. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears that would come
But it hurt so much, my tears wouldn't even flow. Crying right now would be too clichéd. Too...unexpressive. It didn't show how much right now, I actually hurt. How right now, I was cold. How right now, there was nothing left in this world apart from me and his dead, empty body -
"Get off my hand. You're kneeling on my hand."
I opened one of my eyes. Oh. He was still alive. That was nice.
"Couldn't you even cry for me, just a little? I mean, I could've been dead," Josh said, wincing as he pushed himself up. "Damn, they got my shoulder."
His shoulder. His fucking shoulder. I started to laugh, and tears did come to my eyes.
"Why are you laughing?" he said, frowning. "It's not funny. My arm hurts."
I clutched my stomach, still laughing.
"Hold you hands up in the air!"
Oh crap. I'd forgotten about the cops.
"You still got the gun?" I whispered.
"Yeah," Josh replied, still looking kind of disgruntled at the fact I didn't crying over his "death".
"Let's go with Plan A again."
"What was it again?"
"Use my body as a shield for bullet, while also holding a gun against my head and threatening to shoot my brains out."
"Oh. That one."
"Let's go."
***
【Josh】
"Put your guns down, or I'll shoot her!"
The cops were obviously amateurs, who were only here to get the reward money. They were probably the type of cop who gave out speeding tickets. The bullets the idiots shot at me were probably the first bullets they'd shot in their life.
"Calm down," one of the cops said. There were five of them, not including the one we'd knocked out. "We don't mean any trouble."
"You tried to kill me!"
"That was for a laugh!" the guy tried. "We weren't aiming for you, we swear."
"Just drop the gun." I had a headache, and every word was killing me. The cops complied, and dropped their weapons.
I walked towards them, slowly. My vision blurred and my temple pounded.
"What are you doing?" London hissed. "Keep walking!"
I forcing myself to carry on, blinking to try and clear my hazy vision. Concentrate, Josh.
"Gather up the weapons," I ordered London. The cops all watched her, and she knelt down slowly and, fumbling, picked up the guns from the grass. "Now follow me."
