Before anyone is able to stop me, I already rush out of there, not caring about anything else but getting there. I’ll knock out the guards at the main gate, if necessary, just so I can get to the lake.
I try not to think about what will happen if I don’t make it there in time. Even if I have a feeling that I’m already too late. No. I can’t think like that. I have to hold on to hope, because it’s all I have left.
Despite running faster than ever before, I still feel like I’m going too slow. Like I’m moving in slow motion. The moment I get outside, I turn my head towards the direction of the explosion, seeing the smoke rising in the air.
I force myself to turn my head away and try to run even faster. My legs are burning and my feet are clumsy enough that I think I’m going to trip sooner o
