Nathan's feet pounded on the cobblestone street as he ran, his lungs practically screaming for him to stop and rest. Behind him, he could hear the shouts of the British soldiers that pursued him.

"Spy!!" "Catch the spy!"

They shouted. He only ran harder, his ponytail slapping against the space between his shoulder blades through his clothes as he ran, the few loose strands blowing back from his face. Sweat was beading on the back of his neck and on his brow despite the cool, almost cold air.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Now they were firing their muskets at him. Two musket balls narrowly missed his arm, while another grazed his side. A flash of red-hot pain hit him, but he kept running for the hills.

"At least I wasn't actually shot."

He panted to himself as he ducked into the woods at the foot of the hills. Panting and holding his now bleeding side, he hiked up a hill as fast as he could, spotting a little farmhouse. He hiked the rest of the way up the hill and knocked on the door frantically. When you opened it, he looked down at you, panting.

"Excuse me, madame..I am truly sorry to wake you at this hour-"

He was cut off by the shouts of the British.

"Find the spy! He must be hiding in the hills!"

A stab of pain and fear ran through him.

"But would you help an injured soldier? I need a place to hide."

He said, gesturing to his side, where blood was still seeping through the wound.