Craven

[Espi]

((Nina Clarke's story continues from There ain't no more cowboys, only men with violent hearts))

Nina was scared.

She had just fled through the woods, only to come out atop what appeared to be a barren cliff face. She'd run for a ways, but she didn't have the stamina to keep going. So she stopped, and sat down.

Then she heard gunshots. Close. One, two, three. She froze, stood and hefted her bag with her good hand. Nina wanted to run, but she didn't know which way to run to. She paused, looking towards the woods and out across the cliffs.

More shots. One, two, three.

Nina glanced towards the woods. She wanted to run, help the person, but at the same time...could she? No, she probably couldn't save some innocent person, certainly not unarmed, and now she had no hopes but to run back to the woods.

Coward.

Whore.

Live to watch others die.

Never save anyone but yourself.

Worthless.

...

Craven.

((Nina Clarke's story continues in May The Odds Not Fuck You In The Butt))