As both of them were on the second floor, they heard a loud voice, taking both of them by surprise.
"Trash. You couldn't stop these two tiny people from reaching here. Move away and don't come up. Anybody who steps up dies."
The voice sounded more like an animal than a human. There was a moment of silence around them as people who were climbing the stairs with guns in their hands were shaking in fear. Mark could only turn around towards the corridor at the end. The sound came from there and he slowly took steps towards it and saw the principal's room door.
The men coming after them immediately stopped and scrambled down. Everyone ran out of the building and stood in front while looking at them. Mark noticed a range of expressions on their faces. Some had fear, some had anxiety, while others had happiness. But one thing common among all of them was excitement, even those who were scared. They looked at both of them like they were looking at the dead.
