"Are you sure that running out there is a good idea? We don't know what caused the explosion or what's outside that door. Plus, there's no place to run where Ricardo can't find you. So it's futile."
Scarlett looks down in defeat. "What do we do then? I can't just sit idle and do nothing. I can't be with Ricardo again… I can't."
Scarlett poked him in the back with the gun. "But I know what's waiting for me here. Out there, we still have got a chance." Because staying afraid is not an option anymore. The only choice is to survive at any cost.
Ferdinand slowly opened the door, craning his head to both sides before stepping outside. Scarlett followed him.
She looked in the direction they'd come in and found the answer to the explosion.
A large white propane tank burst open. Jagged sheets of thick metal were peeled back like flower petals, showing just how violent the blast had been.
Somehow, Scarlett doubted it was an accident.
