So, teasers. I'll add to this every day until it's posted.
For the second time that day, I’d seen Trent kill someone. For the second time that day, the sound of a gunshot rang in my ears. For the second time that day, blood and flesh covered floors and walls. And for the second time that day, Trent stood above a bleeding corpse, holding a gun.
"I'm just so, so afraid.”
"Sometimes, the best part of anything is being scared," I replied, meeting that steady gaze of his.
“We’re leaving, so screw you,” Trent half-growled in reply, pulling his trigger while aiming at this unknown soldier’s heart.
“Fu--!” was the only noise, other than the gunshot, that was heard as the soldier fell to the dusty ground, forever silenced and bleeding.
"Listen, Dave, let's just escape and think about Trent later, okay?" I suggested, squeezing his fragile hand. With his other hand, Davey wiped away some of the tears. The expression in his eyes was now one of resigned protest as he squeezed my hand back.
“RUN!” Trent shouted as red lights began flashing their bloody flares in sync with the sirens’ wails. Gripping Davey’s hand with my pained but not broken-slash-disjointed hand, I ran out of the cell and down the hallway Davey clung to my hand and followed, his sobs stifled by our run and the wailing sirens. .My bare feet scraped on the rocks and dirt as I went along. A good few feet ahead of us was Trent, also running, who was still holding the gun.DAY FIVE:
As I approached Trent and the gun, the smell of smoke and burning fabric and burning flesh drifted down the hallway.
These are out of order. They go like this: 5, 3, 1, 2, 4, 6