Thirteen looked in horror and surprise as the chubby Cristopher ran in his direction.
His horror was for the Trolls running after the other party, and now, probably him too.
While his surprise was for the unexpected fact that the chubby boy could run.
He could run really fast!
If there was an Olympics for one thousand-meter-dash for thirteen-year-old boys, Cristopher would definitely win the Gold Medal hands down.
"Help me!" Cristopher shouted as snot and tears streamed down his face.
Thirteen didn't even bother replying and simply ran away in a different direction. There was simply no way he could help someone with two Trolls running after them.
But, Cristopher, who had seen him, felt as if he had seen the light at the end of the tunnel and ran after him.
"Don't leave me!" Cristopher shouted. "I don't want to die!"
Thirteen glanced behind him as he continued to run.
