Chapter 178 Them

• The gunfire dogged us as I ran behind the African captives, carrying Quin with me. They became my human shields, crumpling one after another when they got hit. Taking this chance, I slunk into one of the tents.
• Hearing the gunshots come closer, I broke apart the back wall of the tent - which was made from branches - and slipped out through the hole.
• Tent by tent, I increased the gap between us and the men. Eventually, they stopped firing because bullets were a valuable resource on this island.