onto the surface of the bank. My long gray
dress was soaked and tattered from my
journey, and behind me, I could see there
was trouble. Remembering, I saw a group of
people lined up against a wall on the other
side of the river, inland a ways. A firing
squad was about to shoot all of them, but
someone had come to help me escape.
"Come on," said a man with a deep English
accent, "hurry up! We've got to go!" Pulling
me from the water, we were running in the
wilderness towards a boat. Gunshots were
heard in the distance, and I was very
confused. Everything had happened so fast,
and my present self had no idea who this
man was or what was going on. Hearing
other footsteps behind me, we were almost
there. "Come on! There is no time!" He
yelled again loudly. More gunshots rang
out, and due to the grace of God, we weren't
hit. Moments later we were on the boat as it
steamed down river.
As soon as the boat began to move, I
passed out cold on the wooden deck.
Awaking in a daze to a man's face looking
above me; his light brown hair framed the
concern in his eyes. "It's you!" I shouted, as
I reached to hug him tightly. Taking my
brent
(Brent)
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