There is urgency in the way Alana looks at me as soon as we exit the building. My heels dig into the snow as I turn around and take a long look at the building. I could still heart the gunshots, and through the closed windows I could see people rushing around. There was blood even on the curtain that censored most of the mess.
“Persephone-“ Alana hissed as she wrapped her fingers around my wrist, tugging at my arm slowly. “- we should really go, before he decides you have something to do with this!” She urges me and I feel my stomach turn with nausea and anxiety.
“But Thomas is still inside-“ I whine lightly as I free my wrist from her grip, ignoring the way the cold creeps into my bones and take a step towards the building.
Just as I do, the door we just used to exit, swings open with
