He didn't look back. He was already walking away, shielding Lola while leaving me to hell.
Fabric ripped. My clothes were being torn to shreds.
Panic surged, but instinct took over. I clamped my teeth onto one man's forearm. He howled, his grip loosening.
I scrambled up and sprinted into the darkness, screaming for help. My old wounds tore open, blood soaking my skin, but I couldn't stop.
"Get her!"
Footsteps thundered behind me. I pushed faster, lungs burning.
My foot caught on a loose stone. I went down hard.
Before I could scramble up, searing agony exploded between my shoulder blades.
A sharp axe had buried itself in my back.
White-hot pain radiated through me. Something inside shattered—not bone, but hope. My heart finally died.
Sirens wailed in the distance. The attackers scattered.
Lying in my own blood, vision blurring, I fumbled for my phone. With trembling fingers, I uploaded every video file I'd prepared.
If I die, I'm taking you all with me.
Only when the screen flashed "Upload Complete" did I let my eyes close.
Adam walked a few paces before a chill crawled up his spine. He stopped, an inexplicable weight settling in his chest.