“She’s in her way to help Vixen. I heard that Penelope is planning to escape the city through the third gate.” Uncle Miguel uttered as he twitched his head to his side. His eyebrows met to each other, looking over Uncle Cody who was busy wrapping his wrist with his scarf. I smelt blood on him, having the thoughts that he had punched the man a couple of times a while ago. I could still see the red circles over his knuckles. I looked over the place. It seems that the facility has turned into a dreadful zone; the white walls were now painted with crimson blood, dead bodies were scattered on the floor, there were no lights, groaning in pain from those fallen officers and even the slightest hope of them – begging for a help had disappeared. I sighed. I looked in the opposite direction as I r

