𝕄𝕪 𝔸 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤

✨ ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕒 ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕪 - 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ✨

They were already late. Alarm bells screamed with a cacophony of screeches, and with every quickened step anxiety consumed them. This had to be it. There was no way their plan had failed now. The key was safety in numbers, right? So what was the misfire?

Fear-soaked glances were shared between them, practically eating up any of the confidence they had left in their ideas. The alarm still haunted their ears as swiftly they recalculated their route. Not even a plan, just some form of an escape that would guide them away from the grasp of their disasters. Silence fell over them - and not a single one knew what to do. Each desperately held glances at each other, all translating to 'Are we gonna make it out of this?'

The path to freedom seemed never-ending. With every opening of a door, the group feared that they would be discovered. They knew what that would mean. Pain. Unimaginable pain with the inevitable partner of an endless darkness. But pressing on was their only option. They had already lost one, something they vowed would never happen. They had each other, and only each other - they had to make it out of here.

With one powerful kick, the next door was kicked open, and the group rushed through, almost fighting one another in an attempt to leave the endless iron corridor behind. All sense of order was lost, and the only dedication they had was to leave unharmed. The cold metal walls loomed in the back of their minds, and their only hope was that they wouldn't lose their lives there. Every shove, elbow and trip was a desperate attempt to feel the sun on their skin once again - along with their newly gained wealth intact.

Their last step was to get to the rooftop access. They crept up the old stairs - clearly repurposed from some sort of attic access. Each little creek was snitching on their every move, on their every decision. However, after a slow and heart-stopping venture, they got to the top. A symphony of relieved sighs and one young man reached his hand for the door's handle.
But he didn't have to twist it. As it was opened for them.
And they knew, right then and there, as they stared down the barrel of the gun, it was all over.