"Stay low and follow my lead," Michael replied, his voice steady even as adrenaline coursed through him. He reached for the weapon concealed beneath his jacket, the steel glinting in the dim light.
As we crouched together, the chaos outside grew louder—shouts, gunfire, the unmistakable sound of a fight erupting in the hallway. My breath hitched as my heart pounded in my ears.
Michael's gaze met mine, and in that brief moment, i saw the determination burning in his eyes. "Whatever happens, stay close to me. We'll get through this."
I nodded, my heart racing, fear mingling with a newfound sense of purpose. We were in this together, bound by our resolve to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume us.
