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Chapter 39✖End❌

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Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better.

-Unknown

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⍟Levi

||New York||

12:32 am

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He tries to escape my hold on him, but fail miserably. My right arm goes over the enemy’s right shoulder and grips the back of his head. He yells, scratching at my face but I pin my knee down to his side. My left arm comes over his left shoulder, and I reach across his neck, to grab my right forearm. With enough pressure applied, his neck snaps, causing his body to fall limp.

I sigh in relief, letting his body fall to the ground. Standing up, I take in my scenery. About twenty of Ford's disciples lay lifeless on the floor. Their blood, blending into the trail of the tiles. My mind shutters, sending me flashbacks of when I was in the army.

"Sergeant, we have two more buildings to get too." One of the privates informs me. I nod, wiping the blood from my face. Turning to the direction of the men, I nod letting them know it was okay to move forward. They follow behind me and we continue to walk down the hallway at a steady pace.

This whole "community" they had here, reminds me of college. They had three buildings altogether. The first building has children in them, the second building has single women living inside it. And according to Diana, the third one contains the people they take.

Hopefully, my sister and Phoebe are in there.

My feet stop moving, once my eyes lands on the wall. The wall is painted blue with a beautiful mural on it. Whoever did this, took time and patients. The little girl in the mural resembles Diana so much.

This is probably Jayda.

Looking away, I continue walking. The hallway was quiet and very spacious. Something falls onto the wooden floor, causing all our eyes to snap in the direction of the noise. A little boy stares at us, his eyes widening at the sight of us. His mouth opens as he's ready to scream. But before he can, one of my private's clamps their hand over the boy's mouth and pulls him down. The boy thrashes in his arm, trying to set himself free.

Christopher raises his gun to the little boys head, ready to execute him.

I raise my hand to stop him. "Don't kill him. Just tie him up and put him in a closet or something." I turn to everyone else. "Let's go, I wanna find my people and leave."

They nod. "Yes, sir."

After a couple of more minutes walking, we made it to the part of the building we were supposed to be. "On three, kick this door down," I command. "One, two, three."

They kick the door down, causing it to land heavily on the wooden floor. I rush into the room, shooting my gun at the three disciples. They call to the ground, instantly dying. My eyes land on another door within the room. I try opening the door, but it looks like it requires a key. "Look in their pockets, see if you find the key to this door." Ryan one of the main private nods, looking in the pockets of the dead men. He finds the key in the second dead man's pocket. Throwing the key towards me, I catch it and unlock the door. Once the door opens, I'm hit with a horrible smell. The smell is so horrible, I feel the need to vomit.