Minutes after we leave the room, blaring alarms break out, sounding from all over. I break into a sprint, hoping to find an exit along the way.
"There he is! Shoot him. The higher-ups have given us permission to use rubber bullets to inflict minor damage to the subjects. Don't hold back." Someone yells in the distance. A bullet whizzes past my ear and I duck to the side, nearly losing my balance because of ho difficult it is to keep up with my current speed and also make sure Dray doesn't fall off. How are humans even able to keep up with my pace. Not even when I'm still in human form but when I'm in my shifted form. It's unnerving. Just who are they?
With a rapidly beating heart, I turn around a corner and keep running, hoping my instincts are pointing me in the right direction.
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