After pulling out those nails, I gently picked her up. She wasn't as heavy as I expected. I tried to carry her, but I was too short. I had to drag her to... Noah. She groaned a little as I started to walk. I tried to walk soft, but it wasn't easy. I opened the door. I suddenly felt afraid. What would happen if someone was there? They sure wouldn't like this... I decided to take the risk. I looked out in the hall. Not even a sound. I slowly walked out, and away. Towards the stairs.
Stairs?
Oh, dammit!!! I thought. I almost shouted it. That was just my bad luck... I walked on. When I looked back, I saw that her wounds left a small track of blood on the floor.
"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better..." I growled.
I walked up the stairs, step by step. She sank her head towards her chest and sighed. I think it hurted, being dragged away in her condition. Poor girl...
After dragging her up the stairs, I tried to reach the entrydoor. It went so well, everything was fine. Until...
"What? Hey pal!!" I heard someone shout. I stopped, totally freezed by fear and surprise.
"Don't move a muscle, buddy..."
I heard steps. Not a slig. But it could be a mud, they're not so weak either. This was going to end in a fight.
Dammit!
The guard, that was a mud, walked passed me, towards the entry door. He stood there, in front of the door, blocking my way. What a bastard. But as I looked up on him, I saw that this was not a him. If I would call it something bad, it must be bitch. She stood there, with her gun. Looking so strong beacuse of it. Guns... She held up a small radio and talked.
"Hey, Elth?"
It was heard a scratching sound.
"What is it now?"
"I have some... V.I.P's here. Do you want to help me take care of them?"
"Oh great... I'm on my way."
The scratching sound was heard again, and the mud pointed her gun at me. Smiling.
Bitch...
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