Elham felt the gunshot in her heart.
No, she wasn’t the target. No, a bullet hadn’t found its way into her. No, she wasn’t scared of dying, but yes, her heart had skipped a beat and slammed against her ribcage just when the frightening sound broke through the strained silence. Her own hand had twitched while resting on the trigger, and she almost sent a bullet in the woman’s direction before she realized that Arthur was still unharmed.
He could’ve died on her watch.
The woman had instead aimed for the top of the tent, and used the distraction for the purpose of escape. Why she felt the need to run away from the people who saved her from being devoured by the undead literally seconds ago? We’ll never know. Game logic; let’s blame it on game logic and Escaldo’s horrible ideas.
Elham took
