My legs can’t hold the pressure anymore, my lungs are begging for mercy, burning in my throat, I haven’t seen Barren,
I thought he would hide in one of the building, but they are empty, I don’t want to know how many are behind me, I just want to get to safety,
I sprint toward a weapon shop, “Almost… there,” I slam the safety gate closed, I shift all my weight into moving the display box, “Come on, a little more…”
Their arms reach for me, their nails dig into the neatly carved wood, I back away. This will hold them, but for how long? I don’t know…
I turn into a small office, on the right, a back door straight ahead, and they empty most of the racks. Oh, perfect, just what I need…
I sigh in annoyance. What am I supposed to do? I don’t even know where Barren is, or where to look…
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