Gunshots broke Sam out of their thoughts. They boomed like trumpets heralding apocalypse. Or the wrath of Zeus. The moment they’d been waiting for was here. For a moment there was silence. Then the gunshots continued. Then came pandemonium. People were fleeing in wild panic. An eruption of violence. Some fell in the chaos and were trampled on by the horde. Sam was barely managing to avoid that fate. Moving with the crowd. Deftly darting among them. Avoiding elbows and fists.
“Stand and fight!” Someone shouted. “Demons walk among us! Servants of the calamity! Minions of the abomination! Fight or be damned for your cowardice!”
The voice was suddenly silenced.
Sam could hear gunshots from behind them. Some around them fell down. Sam continued running. It was the only thing they could do.
