Geniveve sits on the ground breathing heavily as her vision starts to blur. She raised her hand to her left rib cage and pressed on the wound to help stop the bleeding. Geniveve shivers uncontrolably from cold as the rain falls down and plasters her wavey brown-blonde hair to her face. "He... Help..." she called out softly. "Talking hurts... beathing hurts..." she thinks in agony. She curls up next to a tree and closes her eyes, her long eyelashes clinging to one another. "And the guy just runs away instead of helping me...? Oh great, so the guy shoots me and leaves me to bleed to death. Nice." She thought gloomily.
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