Hellbound: The Last Tribute
“So, this is it huh?”
He smirked, “we are better than them.”
A five-inch crack appeared on the door. I aimed the flare gun at the opening and pulled the trigger. As the red light traveled through the gap, agonizing screams followed. I reloaded the flare gun. I only had three bullets, and I fired another upward as the latch gave out.
Dust particles danced in the air, and Elijah’s body went rigid, but he acted like the silver didn’t affect him.
“This way,” I stated, slipping my fingers into the lift door gap and forcing it open. Vampires were coming from the top. We had a high chance of making it out of here using the stairs. It was a long shot, but it’s better than facing the storm head-on.
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