And for the first time since this whole nightmare started—
I’m not sure I can keep holding myself together.
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Clay
We’re not gonna make it.
The thought hits hard and fast as another burst of gunfire tears through the corridor behind us.
Too many hostiles.
Too much weight slowing us down.
Not enough time.
Stephen stumbles again.
Hannah catches herself against the wall with a sharp gasp.
“Move!” I bark, dragging them both forward harder.
“I’m trying,” Stephen grits out.
Not fast enough.
I key comms while firing one-handed down the hall.
“Lucas, status.”
“Two minutes out,” he answers immediately. “But west side hostiles are closing fast.”
Of course they are.
I glance toward the distant exit.
Still visible.
Barely reachable.
“Clay.” Lucas’s voice lowers slightly. “You’re not outrunning them carrying both.”
Yeah.
I know.
Doesn’t change anything.
“We’re not stopping.”
“You may not get a choice.”
Gunfire erupts again.
Concrete explodes beside us.
I shove both Hannah and Stephen behind a broken section of wall as rounds rip past.
