Daniel tightly gripped his gun. He looked around and he could see that everyone’s already having their gun except for one.
Dontrell.
Madison was also looking at Dontrell. Everyone was looking at him and without wasting any second they pointed their guns at him. In the game of survival? Who would you take down first? The weakest one, and in that moment, Dontrell was put in a situation where he needed to defend his life.
“Cover?!” Daniel shouted as he grabbed Madison to hide to the side of the gun table. They could hear the bullets reflecting back to the other side hitting the others. They did not have any idea the table was bulletproof. Madison noticed that Daniel’s hands were trembling but he was trying not to make it obvious as he tried to look for Dontrell.
“Are you all right?” Mad
