✔ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 [𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒]

«Government officials ...»

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝟕:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌. 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒.

𝟏𝟏 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟑𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄.

The night had never been so gloomy, the streets shining under the lanterns.

Running had never been so strenuous, and the 24-year-old found it even harder to breathe. All that could be heard was the loud, powerful panting and rapid steps over the wet asphalt. Yoo Kihyun was in complete shock.

For at least ten minutes, the young fighter had been trying to escape his death, as if the only option was to run as fast as he could and as far as his exhausted legs could carry him.

He was shaking all over and wished he had never agreed to this idea.

He regretted his decision just an hour after the Purge began, and all he wanted was to find shelter somewhere and never walk those streets again. His heartbeat was already irregular since the incident and hundreds of thoughts were buzzing through his head. Whether he had any chance of survival at all, whether he would find safety. Again and again the scene repeated itself in his head, again and again he heard the shots, the shouting. This moment had burned itself into his head and would probably remain an eternal memory.

Slowly his feet gave way, could no longer carry him. They hurt, as did his arm, against which he pressed his trembling hand. The blood pulsed in his veins, his eyes darted through the streets to see possible dangers.

He was alone.

He was on his own.

A pitiful cough escaped the young man before he stopped and rested his arms on his knees, panting loudly. Briefly, he hissed in pain, glancing at the bleeding wound on his right arm. It was a graze, yet burned like fire. "Shit!" cursed Kihyun, looking around again. He just hoped he wasn't facing any other purgers now. His best friend Yoongi had gotten it, they had grabbed him and taken him away. Kihyun didn't even want to imagine what this gang had planned for him. All he could think of was to find the rest of the ERC, to rescue the blond with his colleagues.

He couldn't leave him behind, he couldn't just give up on his best friend, even if he was afraid that he would survive this rescue operation. If only Yoongi hadn't lost his mind, if only he hadn't run at the wild pack.

"Damn it," he cursed again, wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. The only reassurance he could get now were the headphones and his MP3 player, which he pulled out of his pants pocket. The pistol still on the inside of his jacket, he immediately pressed play and thus started a song that promised him at least some security.

While the sounds reached his ears, he slipped behind a large trash can so that no one could see him. Instantly, he also took out his cell phone from the small pouch he wore around his waist. But what caught his eye was horrible. The screen had been shattered by the impact on the floor, and the cell phone had long since given up the ghost. He could have cursed out loud, he was so angry. He should have taken precautions, he should have protected it better. But instead he was reckless, losing his best friend and the means of communication to his group after only the first hour.