“Run for your lives unless you want to end up in your grave, ” Nicholls frantically shouted as his face became crimson. The French were quickly approaching.
I had taken in every word he had roared but couldn’t bring my wounded self to my feet to get away. I knew there were only moments left until the French would come running around the corner and find me.
I was lucky I hadn’t blinked when Turnbull ran past otherwise I would’ve missed him. “Turnbull help,” I managed.
“Alright mate but we ain’t got much to left now,” he replied as he grabbed me in his arms through the misty weather.
A sudden “Pow” – gunshots – I fell to the ground and my heart stopped…..