The group hesitated for only a moment before they walked over to where I stood, still visibly shaken by what they'd just witnessed. Leon was the first to move, keeping his eyes on me as he approached, his grip tight on his weapon but his expression a mixture of wariness and respect. Chris followed close behind, his usual confident demeanor returning now that the immediate danger had passed. Jill and Claire exchanged a glance, then fell in line, their own expressions still showing disbelief at the carnage I had wrought so easily.
As they reached the door, Leon spoke up, his voice cautious but direct. "So, we getting out of here or what?"
Chris gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the now-open path. "Looks like we owe you one. That could've gone a lot worse."
I watched them carefully, my face still calm, detached as always. "You're not out yet," I said coldly, "but at least now you're not dead. Keep moving, and we'll get through this."
With that, I turned and walked through the broken door, leading the way into whatever waited beyond. The group followed closely behind, knowing that whatever came next, they had a better chance with me on their side—for now.
