Stella and I proceed our escape route tiptoeing the corridor. I gasp unable to scream when my biggest toe trip on something. I look down to my feet, a few pour of blood spill beneath the leg.
"Ha...ouch" I cry lowly as I lower my body to check what may have prick my toe. Rising the foot up, I pick a metallic object, I realize as a key, a stand-alone key. Not sure of whether the key matter, I hold close and search the cloth I'm wearing for a pocket. I quickly locate the breast pocket-that's obviously where every pocket is found.
"C'mon, Haley," Stella urges.
I glance at her and drop the key in the pocket then trek after her.
"Have you thought this through? What if one of them steps out again... probably this time with a gun."
"We'll fight back." she replies shortly.
Fight back.
