There was a slight limp in my step as I walked down the hallway, one hand brushing against the wall to steady myself when my leg threatened to give out. Blood had dried under my eye and along the side of my face, stiff against my skin, but my vision stayed clear.
Too clear.
Another explosion went off somewhere behind me. The walls shook, dust falling from the ceiling as the sound echoed through the structure. It was followed by screams that blurred together in a way that made it hard to tell what was pain and what was something else entirely. Gunshots cracked through it all, sharp and constant.
I did not turn around.
It never took much to bring this place down to shit. Never took much at all.
I stepped over a body without looking down. My boot slid slightly in something wet, but I kept moving anyway.
Under normal circumstances, I would have been running. I would have been doing everything in my power to get out, to put distance between me and whatever chaos I had just set off.
