"Damen, Chen's dead, I fled the scene and now I'm on the highest area of the bridge, I have my trusty sniper with me."
"It's no use, Vincent, they'll only die if--"
"I sprung for poison bullets."
"Alright, I trust you."
This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
"Jennifer!" she cried. Arielle was running; everything seemed almost as if it were in slow-motion. The floor beneath her friend cracked, forming a circle around her. Arielle reached out for her friend's hand, but Jennifer fell through, and disappeared beneath the floor. "Jennifer!" Arielle screamed again, feeling Max's hands immediately grasp her arms, painfully tight. Despite her reluctance, he pulled her away before she too, could fall through the floor; and they ran, with Max refusing to let her turn back for her own good. The ceiling and floor in that same area collapsed, and Arielle realised they would now be dead if they hadn't run.
Ari- I'm okay. Everything's fine. Jennifer felt her head rush with dizziness as she moved to stand, brushing her right hand across her bruised forehead; crumbled paint fell from her clothes. She felt her knees buckle, as if they might give out on her at any moment. Her eyes flashed up to the shadows ahead of her, where a creature prowled out from the darkness. She wanted to scream.