"Ah! Help me!" A man grimaced in pain.
A ghastly injury appeared on his chest while wriggling on the ground in his pool of blood.
The ground floor was full of blood, wailing, and screaming. The thick stench of blood permits the air.
Those that were able to walk were moving back and forth trying to help those that were injured. Everything was chaotic.
On the second floor, a group of people stood with stern expressions.
"How many died?" Nika asked.
"20 dead and 15 injured," Nasir answered.
"Can the 15 be saved?"
"We can't say. It depends on the available resources. And the resources are dwelling every second."
"This is worse than I imagined. I thought our situation was bad. But this…" Merab's voice trailed.
"We should stabilize the situation first and think of a more appropriate solution," Mack announced slowly.
"You're right. Let's do that. All hands should be on deck. When the others arrived. We know what to do next?" Nika said.
