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line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Clicks echoed down the hallway, Aaron braced himself and pushed for a last bolt toward the red flickering exit sign. Relief thawed his core as the door faced no resistance against his frustrations. Morning light made his vision go white. A jolt of panic swept across his body like a hot flash. "Damn it-" Aaron ground his teeth and instinctively took cover behind a rusty piece of metal. The map crinkled as he removed it from his back pocket, "the merchant said this way was clear." Peeking his eye through a rusted hole,
he spotted the remnants of a fight. Giant pieces of metal roofing were leaning against wooden crates. Chairs, lamps, and tables formed a barricade further down; however, charred carnage showed the sad story of a hopeless fight against- well, Aaron didn't speculate that far. He ducked to close the door behind him as a small whimper echoed off the / "Nghh…."
it was faint. Eyes shut, fists clenched, Aaron sighed and despite better judgment navigated behind the debris to the source of the noise. A screech of metal against the bottom of his shoe echoed in the alleyway. The air went abnormally still, suffocating with a peculiar smell of decay. Aaron pulled up at the red bandana around his neck, stretching its gasp on his sweat drenched back, and covered his lower face. Peering beyond his cover Aaron's eyes found a young boy, only a few years younger than himself, barely alive and barely / "Oh, shit-" Aaron leaped to the voice's body, he was sitting with his back to Aaron,
his left arm caught in rock /"B-b-" the boy coughed / "What is it?"
Aaron pulled a med kit from his bag, and examined the boy's arm.
Everything below his shoulder was gone, thick red blood dripped through the rocks cracks and into a puddle./p
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line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Clicks echoed down the hallway, Aaron braced himself and pushed for a last bolt toward the red flickering exit sign. Relief thawed his core as the door faced no resistance against his frustrations. Morning light made his vision go white. A jolt of panic swept across his body like a hot flash. "Damn it-" Aaron ground his teeth and instinctively took cover behind a rusty piece of metal. The map crinkled as he removed it from his back pocket, "the merchant said this way was clear." Peeking his eye through a rusted hole,
he spotted the remnants of a fight. Giant pieces of metal roofing were leaning against wooden crates. Chairs, lamps, and tables formed a barricade further down; however, charred carnage showed the sad story of a hopeless fight against- well, Aaron didn't speculate that far. He ducked to close the door behind him as a small whimper echoed off the / "Nghh…."
it was faint. Eyes shut, fists clenched, Aaron sighed and despite better judgment navigated behind the debris to the source of the noise. A screech of metal against the bottom of his shoe echoed in the alleyway. The air went abnormally still, suffocating with a peculiar smell of decay. Aaron pulled up at the red bandana around his neck, stretching its gasp on his sweat drenched back, and covered his lower face. Peering beyond his cover Aaron's eyes found a young boy, only a few years younger than himself, barely alive and barely / "Oh, shit-" Aaron leaped to the voice's body, he was sitting with his back to Aaron,
his left arm caught in rock /"B-b-" the boy coughed / "What is it?"
Aaron pulled a med kit from his bag, and examined the boy's arm.
Everything below his shoulder was gone, thick red blood dripped through the rocks cracks and into a puddle./p