Charlie looked down, gulped, then looked at Alexander. "Hey, Alex. Can, can I follow you guys out?"
Alexander and Denia looked at each other before their eyes fell on Charlie.
"It's not like I can say no to you," Alexander shrugged his shoulders.
"Thank you."
"But you should know," Alexander continued. "I can't guarantee your safety either."
"B—But you have a gun?"
"This gun," Alexander patted his gun, "is not going to last long if I have to deal with a large number of savages at once."
"Yeah," Hunter nodded. "That's for sure."
"So," Alexander glanced back at Charlie. "You want to follow me or not, it's your choice."
"Just forget it for a while," said Hunter. He then lay down on the shabby floor, using his hands as a pillow for his head. "Better go to sleep first. Tomorrow, you decide, you will get out of this area, or you will stay here."
"Th—This confuses me," Charlie looked down again.
