I'll breathe for you

Not sure how long we've been runnin' for. Minutes. Hours. The crossbow feels heavy on my shoulder. My breaths feel strained. Thick. Like I'm breathing through a straw. Can only imagine what the girl in front of me is feeling. Can hear her breath, strained and forced like my own, but the girl ain't showing any signs of stopping. Good. We can't stop now. - DISCONTINUED