BANG!
A shot rang out. Then another. Then another.
The blonde, barely regaining her footing, staggered backward as the bullets tore through her head and chest — one, two, three, four — until she slammed against the wall and slid down, leaving a smear of red in her wake.
Four shots killed her.
Blood pooled beneath her body.
Olivia did not scream — she just stared at the corpse blankly, her eyes hollow and empty.
Ellie's hands flew to her mouth. Mark froze.
"Arya! Do something!" Mark exclaimed, spinning around trying to find a hiding spot.
"I — I'm trying!" Arya replied, her eyes widening, fingers twitching,
They all turned to her, startled — disbelief mixing with fear. The seeker still stood, its gun now lowered, chest heaving like something alive, steam hissing from its vents.
Then, it stopped moving.
The silence was deafening. The only sound was Olivia's shallow breaths. She wiped her bloody nose with her sleeves.
Then —
DING!
