SCHNUCKY
HORROR IN ESCAPE

DOR!!!

Arya felt that only God moved the knot of reflection in her nerves so quickly that she avoided even though she felt that she was really in motor paralysis.

The man snarled and returned to aim his gun.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!

The desire to survive spurred Arya to continue to avoid even though in the end the shot when it managed to injure the upper part of his right chest.

The gunshot wound did not reach the lungs but left enough pain. In her grin of pain, Arya tries to keep herself hidden.

It seems that the shooter was also not interested in wanting his death. Believing that Arya had sensed a projectile that was shot, the shooter lowered his gun and turned to step away from the place.

Arya got up to make sure that she would no longer experience anything terrible. Inching, he peeked out from behind a large garbage box.

who her? Does he know me? I have to make sure...

The shooter entered a convenience store. Arya got up slowly while holding onto her injured upper chest. The shirt was partially soaked in blood mixed with sweat.

Withstanding the chest-piercing pain, Arya forced a step towards chasing the shooter. He stepped with a swing of steps that slightly stumbled because he endured the pain of the gunshot wound he suffered. The man arrived in front of the convenience store.

Arya slowly pushed the door and started entering the store. His eyebrows instantly lifted in wonder. There's no one at the cashier table. Likewise who care for the trading booths. The man gave a glance.

Strange... Where are the other employees???

Arya stepped in vigilantly while still pressing the part of her clothes that was torn due to gunshot wounds. He arrived at the medicine booth and without hesitation grabbed a few rolls of gauze and bandages on the shelf.

THE CZECH!!!

"Hello? Who's there?" arya asked in a high tone and then grimaced again to endure the pain.

There's no answer. The room still displays a gripping silence. Arya took a deep breath and then stepped back towards the small door.

"Hello? Whoever, answer me!" arya shouted again while continuing to step.

He passed through the door and found a long hallway. Arya stared at the warning board plastered on the wall.

...SPECIAL OFFICER!!!...

...THE UNINTERESTED ARE FORBIDDEN TO ENTER!!...

Arya realized something. It seems that the hallway is headed to the storage warehouse at once***** employee. Arya continued to step down that long hallway. He passed through a locked storage warehouse and two rooms****only* employees until he finally found another small door.

The door was closed but unlocked a sign someone had just crossed the door. Arya arrived in a roomy room. It looks like a parking lot or unused land.

Where is that guy???

Arya snorted and once again grimaced with the pain. He pressed the wound on the top of his chest and momentarily then realized that he had just picked up some P3K equipment on the medicine shelf.

Arya took off her shirt and put on a bandage and coated it with gauze and glued it with plaster. The man again grimaced to realize that the bullet lodged in the upper part of his right chest had not been removed.

I have to go see that guy, who knows he knows who hates me...

Arya then stepped slowly and slightly staggered to leave the field. []