The sound of gunfire was deafening, and in an instant, chaos erupted in the bunker. Leila hit the floor, her heart pounding so loudly in her chest that she thought it might burst. The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of gunpowder as bullets tore through the room, ricocheting off the concrete walls.
Ethan rolled next to her, pulling her behind an overturned table. His eyes were sharp, focused. “Stay down!” he hissed, gripping his gun as he peeked over the edge.
Leila’s pulse raced, her mind struggling to catch up with the sudden violence. Where was Gabriel? Was he hit? The thought made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t risk moving to find out. Not with a sniper trained on their position.
Another shot rang out, this one splintering a wooden crate inches from her head. She gas
