The Story from X to Y — Part Three

Continuing on from Part Two.

Here's Part Three!

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Yup.

Chapter O

Five minutes before that

I lay shaking where I’d dropped to the ground. Despite every impulse not to do so, I lifted my head and surveyed my surroundings.

Of all the aspects of New York I’ve come to love, Central Park comes close to topping the list. Now, I was being stalked and shot at here.

Whatever I did to piss someone off enough to put me through all this, I’d love to know what it was. And who it was. And why me?

So, what now? Can’t lie here forever.

Gathering my wits, I rose and sprinted toward the nearest exit, left the park, and bolted down the stairs of the nearest subway station.