Cole's Point Of View
'Fuck... Even though I know it's pointless to bemoan our lack of foresight when we had designed this house, I still want to scream out in frustration nonetheless...'
As I was lying on the floor, attempting to steady my trembling hands, and endure the incessantly pulsating unspeakable agony that still lingered within my body, I took in a deep breath, and tried to focus on the muffled sounds coming from the other side of the door.
Between Bellamy and Sylvester's pain that had been transmitted through our bond, I was becoming extremely unsettled about the odds of us winning this fight. I was grateful that Ferdinand hadn't taken any significant damage yet, but it didn't ease my anxiety in the slightest.
As the relentless sounds that continuously resounded within the corridor, gradually diminished to an extremely disquieting silence, I gripped the Anti-Tank Rifle tighter in my hands, and braced myself against the floor and shoulder stock of the gun.
