We moved to the side, behind the hard wall. My back was leaning, and loud bangs of gunshots were everywhere. Atticus told me they were trying to trap us here. But we could not move to the other corner, as they were firing at the two doors.
"We will surrender! Stop this! We would not fight back!" shouted Atticus at the side. He had blinked his eyes, stared at me, and shook his head. "Sorry."
"I understood and didn't need an explanation," I replied.
Both of my hands were raised above the air. My body shook seeing the creepy and old door suddenly open. The door landed on the floor, being destroyed by the potent kick of the hunters. Three hunters entered the strong with their long-fired arms; all started towards our direction. They had been wearing a headset, bulletproof, and eyeglasses. All of their faces furiously stared at me.
