Assault Game!

Trash Chapter #1

I tore my eyes away after what might be the last person, well, alive, came and joined us at the lobby, or narthex in this case.

“That should be all of us, right?” A woman lightly asked. Amongst us were people who, after a while, took this sudden bomb pretty well. She, a woman of about 25, leaned in the middle with her elbows on her knees in a mafia posture.

Clearly, her eyes showed bossy and scary when she looked around. A trouser was ripped on the knees and was further stuck into high safety boots.

She tied her hair to a ponytail with rings of gold-plated laces. Honestly, I guess she was some sort of big shot.

“Wait, there's still someone else.” An apathetic bulky man spoke while staring outside, he was way back even though he entered a while ago. He chose to stay at the entrance and watch the exhausted, squeezing people frantically run in... Or die trying. Like it increases his ego or something.

‘Lots of weird people. I should keep my distance.'

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