Rainsford ran faster than he ever had in his life. He ran and ran and ran. His legs moved like stiff wooden planks, yet he still pushed on. Rainsford could hear Zaroff close at his heels, walking gleefully at a steady pace. Rainsford could almost feel the dogs’ breath of his back, but not quite. As he ran, twisting and turning, he saw an opening in the foliage. He pressed on and burst out of the forest. There was but a ledge beneath his feet. Rainsford glanced quickly behind him; he heard the dogs and saw the white teeth of the few in the front. Without a second thought he launched himself into the pulsing waves. Terror struck him just as the water did. His fears from the days before were renewed, but he knew he had no time to dwell on the…show more content… Rainsford heard another shot and he recognized his fate. He was barely moving in the strong current and the instinctive fear tore at his mind. Another shot. Miss. “You can’t swim forever!” Zaroff shouted at Rainsford, his voice was barely any farther away than it had been before. Rainsford thought he heard the gun cock; he ducked under the thrashing waves, but was tossed back up against his will. In the moment he pulled for a breath a very sharp pain caught him in the side. He opened his eyes to blood in the surrounding water. Rainsford heard Zaroff swear and then shout, “I may have not won the game, but the sharks will help me out!” He laughed and walked away. Rainsford was tired and he wanted to give up, yet he did not want to die. He swam to a rock jutting out of the ocean. Dragging himself up on the rock, he noted the pain was much stronger out of the salt water. He knew salt had a cleansing factor, but it just burned. He felt the wound with his hand; he could feel the bullet for it wasn’t that far into him the water had slowed it down just a bit. He pushed at the damage in his side until the bullet oozed out along with lots of blood. Rainsford ripped off a section of cloth from his pants and tied it around his side. Then he
