Ted was lucky, though he had been shot twice, he did not die immediately.
He lay dazed on the ground, raising his head to look at the people who had fallen dead around him, a hint of confusion and hesitation in his eyes, things he couldn't quite understand.
A young man picked his way through the gaps between the corpses, stepping over the blood-soaked ground towards him, kicked away the weapon from Ted's hand, and then grabbed his hair, dragging him from the middle of the corpses to the bottom of the stairs.
He coughed violently twice, the collision from being dragged caused him pain, and the pain made him cough.
One shot was on his thigh, the other on his abdomen, seemingly not hitting any vital organs, at least he was still conscious.
Just as his mind was a blur, clear footsteps echoed from afar, and he realized something, straining to look up towards the corridor on the second floor.
About ten to twenty seconds later, Lance appeared before him surrounded by some men.
