Noose // Joshler

Dema Don't Control Us

Josh's POV

Dallon and I leave the safety of the small hallway to make sure the path was clear.

The pain in my leg was blinding but I tried to ignore it. 

We moved back to back, checking everywhere. We looked at each other. We were just about to go back for them when a thunk was heard. We spun around. 

"Shit," I say and kick the bomb away with my bad leg. I sprint, as fast as I could, and jumped on Dallon, bringing him to the ground. The bomb went off, pushing us a few inches down the hallway. 

The footsteps began. I grabbed my gun, which was laying a foot away from me from the blast, and began shooting at them once they emerged from the flames and smoke. Dallon caught on and began shooting as well. 

I pulled myself up, so I was standing, and pulled Dallon up with me. When the last of the guards were shot, we waited for the smoke to clear up a bit. Nothing. 

I looked over at Dallon. He held his arm. I shot another round into the heavy smoke before turning and bringing him back to the hallway. I ripped part of my shirt off and tied it around his wound. 

I looked over the group. Most of them were slowly getting up, except Tyler. He opened his eyes slowly. I looked at him. I walked over to him 

"Tyler?" I asked. "Hey, can you stand? Tyler? Can you hear me?"

I realized he couldn't hear from the loud noise and picked him up. I gently placed him over my shoulder and helped some of the others up. 

Dallon takes the boy we found while I took Tyler and Frank took Gerard.

I take the lead with Frank and Gerard close by and Dallon a few steps behind them. I turn the corner. 

A heavy cloud of smoke filled our view. I pull out a yellow rope and tie it to my pants. I threw it back to Frank who tied it and threw it back for Dallon.

The smoke got thicker. I gripped Tyler and my gun harder.

I tug on the rope, signaling to go faster. We began to speed walk through the smoke towards the exit. I make a sharp turn and walk along the wall. I soon find the door out. 

I begin coughing. Then choking. I grabbed the door handle and give my best effort to open it.

I push the handle down.