Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 27 : Sangria

Philia arrived at the public market where everything had already gone into chaos. The vendors and customers were all running around, similarly, they were all running away from the same spot where a thick smoke and fire had already engulfed half of the market.

Philia tore the edge of her shirt, grab a fallen water bottle that was pushed and kicked amidst the running, pour it on to the torn shirt and wrapped it around her mouth and nose before charging towards the fire and thick smoke.

The moment she stepped in, she was reminded of that time where she ran towards a burning building with only a knife.

Is it okay to say it's nostalgic?

Whenever philia see a civilian having a hard time breathing, she would aid them and push them out of the fire. She yelled on the top of her lungs, guiding the blinded civilians towards the place they can escape.

In the distance, the sound of siren was getting closer. But before philia could relax, she heard a click, her instinct immediately told her the signs of danger, making her body grow taunt and dodge to the right; Avoiding a flying cleaver.

‘Shit! Terrorist!’ she clicked her tongue and rolled to the side continuously when a rain of bullets trailed behind her.

Philia then hid behind a fallen cart, as she tried to determine where the gunner is.

‘click’

She heard again and rolled to the left and saw another cleaver, the blade shining amidst the smoke and fire.

Philia immediately pulled it off and held it with her mouth as she hid on every fallen cart and wall as much as she could while running towards the sound of the gun.

‘East!’

She gritted her teeth and climbed on a poll and leaped, using her flexibility and feet to summersault midair. Due to the thick smoke, she couldn't really see the face of the gunner but she can determine his position, thus, while midair, she took the same cleaver and threw it at the gunner.

When philia landed and rolled to the ground, she heard a scream and the sound of a gun being fired randomly. Philia immediately held her breath, took a fruit knife as well as an ice picker scattered on the ground before running in circle to try and confuse the gunner.

In that thick smoke, there was only the sound of a blade piercing on a person's skin, a blood curdling scream and the gleam of a blade from the sun's reflection.

When the firefighters and soldiers arrived, the smoke had mostly scattered and thinned. Martial and Greg got out of the car and approached the deserted and chaotic public market.

The injured and civilians that were able to survive and escape were at the side being treated by the medic and ambulance.

Martial exhaled sharply and pushed his hair back from anxiety.

Philia is inside. His twin sister is inside!

“She'll be fine” Greg said and coughed from the smoke and dust, “She's a Chevalier, she can handle it.”

As he said that, there came the sound of a gun. Martial, as though he was being suffocated, had a flashback for a second.

Fire and smoke. A person's scream.

It felt his head is being split apart.

“Philia!!” he called but received no response.

The firefighters then immediately charged as well as a few soldiers, they pulled the hose and began spraying thick and heavy cold water on the fire that is still spreading.