I finally rested my legs on the roof, which I crawled towards the sniper, who looked behind him, and began to thrust his legs—as if he was kicking someone.
A thud followed the attack, and a groan slipped into my ears.
He kicked Brie!
But, as he turned his head around, it halted once his eyes met mine—even through his sunglasses. Suddenly, he guided his weapon right at my face in point-blank motion.
Oh, no.
I lifted my body and ran, jumping to dodge the shot, which soared into disappearance. I landed, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body, which I slowly lifted my head, seeing his eyebrows upheaved towards his forehead in surprise.
"Well, how do you do?" I said, sputtering out the first thing to say, which I immediately felt the conscience of regret.
He slowly got up onto his feet, steadying his feet between the two slopes on both sides of us. Then, suddenly, he swung his weapon at my head, which I ducked beneath.
