Smoke flowed slowly from the handgun Ezra held.
The weapon in his hand was the Glock 40.
The smell of gunpowder remained in the cold air, mixing with the smell of blood that had already begun spreading across the snow.
"Are you crazy?!"
Hugh shouted again.
His hand immediately went to his spear, and he pointed the weapon toward Ezra.
"Drop your gun now!"
His voice was filled with anger, but there was fear underneath it as well.
Because of the look on Ezra's face, even though he had just done something absolutely confusing.
Ezra didn't answer.
His dull black eyes remained fixed on the direction where he had fired.
Behind him, Samuel was still staring at Jeremy.
His mind seemed completely lost.
"Jeremy…"
The word left his mouth quietly.
Then a voice rose at his side.
"Senior Jeremy!"
Emily rushed toward the fallen upperclassman.
She dropped down beside him, her hands already reaching toward his body as she tried to check whether he was still alive.
