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“Stop.”

“I can't.”

“Bullshit.”

I turn my head. “I'm dizzy.”

He studies me.

I let my eyes unfocus.

The woods are already moving a little.

“I think I'm going to throw up.”

“Then throw up.”

“On you?”

He immediately loosens his grip.

I bend forward.

One.

Two.

Mercer shifts behind me.

Three.

I gag.

Also not completely fake. My stomach really does hate me.

He steps to the side.

Perfect.

I straighten fast and slam the back of my head toward his face.

He jerks away.

I miss.

I spin and shove his injured arm with both hands.

Mercer screams, and the gun dips.

I run.

“CALLIE!”

I don't look back.

I hear him crashing through the brush behind me. But not as fast now.

I run downhill. Bad choice. But I can't stop now.