Ahahaha yes it's his name. I had pink eye once! It sucks! Hope you get better jackalin! And about the story. It is super good. But what would make it better Is to write the next update! ;P I have no negative comments... So far! XD keep writing dear!
Update ~~~~~~~~ Time slowed to a crawl, with each push I got closer to his neck. Yet it seemed like each time I pushed, I was changing. What was happening to me. The knife was a inch to his throat... When I won. The knife flew into his throat, right through his jugular. Blood shot out, spraying my face. I only managed to mumur a few simple words. "Oh god..." I weeped. I was defeated, I felt weak. I just took somebody's life. That's when I got my encouragement. "THERE HE IS! SHOOT HIM!" and the bullets came. I kept running, across small bridges and the occasional tree. I came to a hill deeply coated with vines. I climbed a rope in gym class before, I could do this. I stepped up to them and grabbed one steardily. I hoisted myself up and I was climbing. I could feel myself becoming an easy target with every pull. I had to climb this ledge. My foot got twisted, I was hanging like a dead man from a noose. My ankle was wrapped like a snake. I began to panic and trash about in horrible motions. I could hear their foot steps become heavy, they were gaining on me. It took all my strength but I got myself in a sit up position, right as the gun touched my head. He said... "Don't move..." so I did not. I was hanging there, gun to my head. I had to act fast or not at all.