Chapter 16: Bullets Flying

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Emily's P.O.V.
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I am escaping the Richardson Complex right now. A boy who cannot speak leads our escape group. He is followed by a blind boy (I know he is blind ,because a bandage wrapped around his eyes, and he sometimes asks where we are.)who grabs out to his shirt ,so he knows where to go ,and then by a women who looks fatigue, and I follow the women. This is our rag tag group of escapees.

I have been at the Richardson Complex ,for a unbearable amount of time ,and now I am escaping. This just proves that hope is not always lost even if it seems like you are walking in a SUPER long ,and dark tunnel and you have to squint to see the light of hope. It is always there. So know as we all quickly run gladness fills my young heart that I did not hope in vain.

We are now running through a hallway. What is weird is every guard that we have passed hasn't done anything about us. They just act like we are not even there, and then I begin to hear the sound of a alarm going off. Shortly after hearing the alarm going off.

I begin to hear the sound of guards chasing us down the hallway. We begin to run faster ,and faster. Then it happens. A bullet flys just centimeters passed the right side of my head.

I continue to run faster, and faster. Then another bullets flys right by my head. Panic fills my brain ,but I don't freak out I just keep running to survive. I keep hearing the sound of guns firing, and all I do is keep praying to God that it won't hit me,and keep running faster, and faster.

We all run as fast as our legs could carry us until we reached freedom, and we were able to exit the building, and we ran through the parking lot ,and it was then that something weird happened. See there was a gate that a guard in the guard house could open to let workers in. Well the weird thing that happened was that the gate just opened ,for us and we just ran through. Then it closed behind us ,and we were free.

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