They were even stronger than he'd imagined.
Are we really going to die here today?
A chill ran through Elijah's heart.
Across the stairwell, Chris had already raised his pistol. The muzzle locked onto Elijah. His finger began tightening around the trigger.
Just then—
Bang.
A different gunshot rang out. It was deeper, heavier than the first. A heartbeat later came the sharp metallic clatter of something hitting the floor.
The sound had come from behind him.
Elijah's ears rang as he slowly turned around.
There stood Leonard, expressionless, holding a pistol with both hands, the barrel still aimed squarely at Chris.
The shot had come from him.
Elijah's eyes widened.
Wait... He has a gun too?
"You—"
Chris never finished his sentence. The bullet had already punched through his skull.
His eyes remained wide with disbelief as he collapsed to the ground, lifeless. The moment their leader fell, the remaining attackers scattered like frightened birds.
