She crawled on the floor, trying to find the door. In this darkness, the culprit won't be able to see her. But he won't be able to see her either.
She calmed herself as much as possible, knowing that he was coming for her. Sooner or later, he would be here, and they would get out and life can continue on like normal tomorrow.
She heard the terrifying chuckle of the culprit and froze. Could the culprit see her? But she relaxed just a tiny bit as she saw the reflection of his glasses in the darkness, with the face of the culprit in the reflection as well.
The culprit doesn't notice her, but notices him and immediately uses the gun the culprit had on him. The gun went off and she heard his grunt in pain.
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her tongue, trying not to make a sound. He seems to still be fine... Hopefully he's fine...
"Nowhere to run, little boy," the culprit, a man about 30 years old informed him. He smirked and powered up his sneakers. The soccer ball he kicks hit the culprit square in the face. She smiled as he walked over to her, helping her stand up.
They run out of the abandoned factory in silence, not knowing that the culprit had awaken already. From behind them, a bomb exploded. Both of them fell in surprise, face first. She felt her chin rub against the dirty old cement floor and grimaced as she felt warm blood flowing down the front of her neck.
There was scratches on her knees and small bleeding gashes on her palms too, she could tell. But at the moment, she didn't care much about that and turned toward him. He seems to be in agony, but stands up still as around them, fire seems to consume them.
"Oi! C'mon, we've got to go!" he yelled over the loud fire. She nodded and took his hand that he offered to her. With her wrist grabbed by him, they ran through the fire, trying to find an escape.
"Over there!" she exclaimed, but her voice is covered by a piece of burnig wood falling from the ceiling. He continues to run ahead, toward where, she doesn't know.
Up above them the ceiling crumbles, revealing the dark night sky. She stared at his back for a few seconds, feeling safe although they're running through a maze of fire. Literally.
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When they had finally made it out, they both had burns, cuts, and bleeding wounds that needed to be taken care of. He held her wrist still, not letting go as the medics looked at their injuries. When asked to let go, he replied,
"No way. I'm never letting go. Not again,"
She smiled, and looked at him with warm eyes. She nodded but pried his hands off.
"Not yet, Kudo-kun. They have to look at the gash in my hand first before you can infect them!" she said with her usual, casual sarcastic reply. She stuck her tongue out too, as a joke.
"Really. I just saved your life and that's the best you can come up with?"
"Oh? Who was that that said he would never let go again?"
Oi oi!