Esme
The Hatbox Empress/Retired Admin
Cal scoffed, rolling her eyes at Axel.
"We won't make it out if we run." To prove this point, she picked up one of the chunks of drywall and chucked it out into the hallway. As with Silas going out, the bullets pinged around at the motion from snipers. She shrugged, pausing for a moment. In a silent toss between the voice in her head and the want to get them both out alive she did manage to figure out one thing.
"No box. Just quick hustle in whatever direction I point you, I'll follow up behind."
Cracking her neck, she tapped the wall frame and stepped forward. The hallway behind her seemed to grow darker.
"We won't make it out if we run." To prove this point, she picked up one of the chunks of drywall and chucked it out into the hallway. As with Silas going out, the bullets pinged around at the motion from snipers. She shrugged, pausing for a moment. In a silent toss between the voice in her head and the want to get them both out alive she did manage to figure out one thing.
"No box. Just quick hustle in whatever direction I point you, I'll follow up behind."
Cracking her neck, she tapped the wall frame and stepped forward. The hallway behind her seemed to grow darker.