Chapter 64: Don’t get distracted.
Snatching two more magazines from the gunman’s unconscious body, the red haired youth stashed them in his pockets and started walking toward the exit on the other en the arena. Halfway through, he came to a stop and turned around with a menacing glare.
"HEY! GET YOUR ASS MOVING ALREADY!"
Flare snapped out of her daze and jumped to her feet. Though she followed after the youth, her mind mind kept going between whether she should object to his decision and force him to retreat, or if she should go along with it and chase after the fleeing criminals.
Arriving at the side open door, the red haired youth pressed his back to the wall on its lent and carefully peeked his head. No sooner had he done so than the wall beside him shattered, sparks and shards scattering in whichever direction.
The roaring of gunfire echoes from the other end of the corridor. Pulling back, the youth slowly slid down to the floor then leaned out, this time with the rifle he stole aimed and ready. The cacophony of raining bullets went on for only a few seconds, but listening to it brought terrible pain to one’s ears.
Letting the noise wake her up, Flare hastened her steps and rushed to the youths side, not noticing the puddle of dark red liquid beside the hexagon stage.
"When I give the signal, get out there and start running." He said. "Don’t slow down. I will cover for you."
Pulling back, he pressed a button on the rifle and let the spent magazine fall, inserting one in its place before it hit the floor. Glancing at her once, he turned to the exit and leaned forward as if preparing to lunge out at a moment’s notice. Flare watched him in silence then moved to do the same. Just then, the corridor went deadly silent as the thundering of gunfire suddenly stopped.
"Now!"