(Akira’s POV)
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“Akira, get down!”
I saw Charles kick the table down and pushed me to the ground, shielded by that table. I was on the ground, cat like pose. Crawling my way to avoid bullets aimed at hitting my head.
“C-Charles, what should we do?” I whispered to him, wherever he was. I could not see.
“Stay down!”
Furniture moved, glasses shattered, and the sound of the bullets snapped an object, or a person was heard. Excruciating pain. Stinging my eardrums.
I could not focus as whenever I tried to move, bullets missed me for just an inch, “C-Charles!”
I could not hear him. After calling his name a few times, I decided to take a peek on what was happening behind the table that had shielded me for several minutes.
He was no longer in the room, but the sound of gunshots was still h
