Gunfire erupted right away. Despite his speed, Terrence was forced to duck behind corners and walls as bullets tore past them.
Six trucks, each mounted with a Gatling gun, roared after them across the garden.
The spinning barrels spat out endless streams of bullets, shredding trees and smashing statues around them.
Terrence tightened his grip on Katya, his mind racing. He knew they couldn't keep running like this forever — they needed a plan, and fast.
Katya, knowing how difficult it was becoming, spoke softly.
"Just leave me here,"
"Are you stupid?" Terrence snapped, raising his eyebrow. "If they catch you, they won't just torture you — they'll do even worse things... Like passed you around ."
Katya swallowed hard. She already knew that, but hearing it from him made it even more terrifying.
"But… we don't have a choice. If you don't carry me, you can escape on your own."
"Yeah, I could. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you die."
