A Hero Was Born: Chapter Twenty-Three

Being the worst fighter in history really didn't help Wake. At least when he was trying to out-run about two hundred people. He ran past a sign that immediately made him stop: Welcome to Long Island Sound. Wake was confused. Until he was tackled by dozens of creatures. Wake squirmed as a confused struggle occured between him and three other. . . . [insert name here]s. By the time he had them beat, a girl faced hm with a crass-bow gun aimed at his head. With only a gold knife, Wake didn't have much to do, but he probably did the only thing he could do.

For a minute everything froze. The army, no more than two ard away, stopped, the girl, finger about to pull the trigger, froze. Wake himself, however, moved freely. He saw his chance to flee. . . . but a certain thought came to him: the girl. True, she had been about to him, but Wake was wise enough to know that if he left the girl there, she probably would've shot her fellow aquaintances with the crossbow. Then she would be court materialized and sent to jail or worse. Wake knew he didn't have much time to act. Everything was starting to very slowly move. In a few minutes, everything would be back to the way it was. He looked at the girl. She has a tannish skin color, her hair was braided She looked like Wake's age: 8. to allow her to die would probably be like leaving an injured dog on the street. With great difficulty, Wake took the crossbow out of the girl's arms, which were slowly starting to move. The army was now walking, and time was beginning to get normal. Wake dragged the girl behind him as he ran for the island. Come on time Wake pleaded ''don't give out. ''He ran towards the island, dragging the girl wth him, and slipped into the horizon by the time the army was running towards a crossbow gun. Wake had survived. . . somehow