Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189 Luke couldn't run fast because he was injured. After they ran out of the cottage, Sherman realized how big the fire was in the woods. The entire woods were burning. It was night. The wind was strong, causing the fire to spread rapidly. Sherman stood still, looked around, and said, "Before we continue to run, we need to find the right direction! We can't run following the direction of the wind." The wind would blow the fire more and more wildly, while running against the wind, they might be able to escape. Luke was also looking around. Then he spoke, "Let's run that way." The flames were getting closer. The blazing fires were frightening. They turned around and ran in the opposite direction of the wind. The woods had been deserted for a long time. Branches and grasses were all around. It was difficult for them to move fast. Fortunately, Sherman was wearing a pair of sneakers and long pants. The two of them strived to run along, one after the other. There were dead trees around them. One dead tree was leaning on the branch of another tree. Sherman ran past the tree. She didn't notice the fallen tree beside her. Suddenly, there was a loud crack above her head. Instantly, she looked up, and the tree was falling down. For a moment, she was dumbfounded. Her mind went blank. When she came back to her senses, she moved her left leg to step to the side, but it was too late. It was like all in no second. Luke, who was behind Sherman, rushed over and pushed her aside. Sherman escaped, but the tree slammed directly onto Luke's leg. Luke couldn't run away in time. He was struck solidly to the ground. His legs were almost crushed. His face was pale and looked awful. Back to her senses, Sherman hurriedly steadied her feet and ran over to pull Luke's arm, but it was of little use. She couldn't pull Luke out. She hastily got up and ran over to Luke's legs. She began to push the trunk with both hands, "Hang on!" She pushed and dragged as hard as she could. Fortunately, the tree was not too heavy. Finally, she pushed the tree away. But Luke couldn't stand up. Being hit vertically by a fallen tree could be fatal. He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't move. The flames spread into the woods anyway. Luke said, "Run! Leave me alone! I asked for it myself." Sherman sneered, "You really asked for it yourself!" However, she didn't run away. She bent down and took Luke's arm to help him up. The two of them slowly moved forward. "Go! When the fire comes close, none of us could survive!" Luke tried to break away from Sherman's hold. He really could not walk on. Until this moment, he fully acknowledged how weak a man was in the face of death. There was nothing he could do. Instead of letting go of him, Sherman walked over and squatted in front of him, "Come on! I'll carry you!" Luke shook his head and was about to collapse onto the ground. Sherman pulled his arm over her shoulder. She yelled, "If you want to make it easy for me, get on my back!" Luke was heavy, and Sherman's legs were hobbling. She gritted her teeth and held on. She moved forward difficultly. "I never expected I would be running from death together with you. It's so ridiculous." Sherman strained to squeeze the words out of her teeth. Luke tugged at his lips. He thought it was ridiculous, too.