The shots echo through the structure, followed by a deafening silence as Davia drops to the floor and curls up in the fetal position while keeping her head down. Her eyes shut tightly her body fearfully frozen as she thinks to herself.
"W...what happened?... Am I dead?"
The thoughts repeated in her mind as something taps against her back and strikes her shoulder. She flinches. It's wet, warm and stinks of iron.
Drip
Drip
Drip
It slowly runs down her shoulder and stops at her elbow. Her eyes slowly open as the crimson hue meets her gaze. She lets out a small gasp, watching as each drop slowly runs along her arm and drops to the floor, forming a small puddle running along her feet. With stifled breaths she slowly looks up, the first thing her gaze fixates on is a pair of sneakers dang
