Chapter 8: Don’t run, he already heard you
The Butcher’s eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth bared like a rabid wolf’s, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. His skin, covered in red welts, looked like it was about to burst.
Fear still gripped Rhys’s chest, paralyzing his muscles and screaming at him to run, but the terror of losing Eun-woo was even stronger. With a roar that didn’t sound like his own, Rhys launched himself at the Butcher and kicked him, knocking him back several feet, hitting the wall with a thud.
Panting, he crouched down next to Eun-woo, took his arm with trembling hands, and helped him up. Driven by instinct, they ran down the opposite side of the hallway, trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the Butcher, who seemed to be right on their heels.
In the distance, Rhys spotted a surveillance camera. He raised his hand sharply, trying to get the guards’ attention, then made a signal with his fingers. If they granted his request to open the doors, the camera would move to the right...
He cursed as he saw it turn left.
Why hadn’t they helped Rhys?
"Rhys," Eun-woo called between gasps. "At the next intersection, turn right. I’ll distract him..."
"No." Rhys’s response was clear and firm. "We can do this, together."
Then Rhys stopped dead in his tracks.
His eyes were fixed on the end of the corridor.
There was another Butcher there.