The entire third floor's floor started shining like it was suddenly coated in soap.
Oliver's legs buckled under him, and he accidentally pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The bullet tore through the air and through Luke's thigh.
"Ahhh!" Luke screamed with frightening pain and fell over with his head crashing on the slippery floor. His pupils turned white, and he lost consciousness with one final breath.
"Damn!" Oliver rubbed the back of his head and tried to stand up, but as his hand touched the slippery floor, he fell over again.
His friends also had difficulties standing up. It was like they were on the ice-skating rink. It looked rather comical when they tried to use each other's bodies to push each other up, just to end up falling over.
"Cough!" Isaac spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his side. He grimaced and touched his shoulder, which was bleeding. Oliver's shot wasn't perfect. The bullet tore straight through his shoulder blade and caused a big loss of blood.
