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61. Lost
Gray Stewart’s complexion turned pale as her eyes met Fakey McBaldy. Likewise, he was also just as surprised when he saw her.
“T-there’s someone here!” he shouted, pointing his trembling hand to her.
While he was still under confusion, Gray pulled out her stuck foot so hard, her shoe fell off. With one less shoe, she squeezed her body out of the set of tanks and sprinted on the side aisle. She had only one way to go; the door.
As she sprinted without looking back, she could hear clamoring and the breaking of bottles, as well as vehement footsteps.
“Catch her! Shoot! Faster!” were the words she could pick up in the middle of escaping.
Almost reaching the knob of the door, she heard a gunshot promptly followed by a hole on
LeemaNo, this is not a "365 days" parody, I swear hahaha.
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