He was falling backwards for a moment. Had he been shot? Was this the end of it? A pointless end to a pointless strategy? He couldnt feel anything, just his feet off the ground.
Right: he couldnt feel anything.
He hit the ground hard, but that was the only pain he was feeling. There was nothing that he imagined a bullet would feel like, or anything at all outside the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Bullets had definitely been fired, but he hadnt been hit.
He looked around, caught sight of Ben about where hed been. Hed saved his life, Nate realised, and now he was bleeding.
Oh dear God no.
He looked back up at Alvaro, still holding the gun with a maniac look in his eyes. He looked back at Ben, who really was wounded. Looked at Alvaro again, definitely holding the gun that had done it and had definitely been about to do it to him.
Conscious thought switched off; the flight response took over and kicked into overdrive. His legs finally found some strength as he scrambled away from the carnage in front of him, ducking out the door without even thinking about whether or not Alvaro could shoot him with his back turned. He knew Ben was still behind him, still with Alvaro and his gun, but he couldnt stop himself as his legs carried him far away as fast as they could.
Tears were finally streaming down his face again as he ran for his life like the coward he was.
((Nate Turner continued in Judas