8. - – Christian
CHAPTER EIGHT
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CHRISTIAN
Something jerks me awake. Not a sound or movement. It's instinct that has my eyes snapping open. For one confused second, I don't know what's wrong. Then I hear the explosion. They are trying to get into the shelter.
Something drops down inside the shelter, and I smell it before I can see it in the dark. Gas.
I sit upright, "Amelia."
I swing my legs off the bed, my gun already in my hand. The chemical smell grows stronger. Panic slams into me, not for myself, for her.
"Amelia, get up." Her eyes blink open, but she's confused, and her eyes are heavy. She's already breathing it in, and so am I.
Shit.
I stagger toward her, the room tilting violently.
I grab Amelia's hand. Trying to calm some of the fear I see on her face.
"Christian? What's happening?"
Her voice sounds distant, and her words are coming out slurred.
"I'll find you."
Dark spots creep across my vision, my knees buckle, and I slam into the concrete floor.
I can hear Amelia's voice somewhere behind me, but I can't make out the words. I try to stand and fail.
Shapes move near the entrance. Dark silhouettes of armed men. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Amelia being carried out by two of the men.