It had turned quiet in the Sanctuary, and the night turned deeper—the heavy smell of corpses was very much present.
"Zzzz…"
Michael was sleeping.
"Mmh…"
Kiernan was also sleeping.
"…"
Samuel and Isaac opened their eyes, looked at each other, and then they nodded and slowly stood up.
They adjusted their eyes to the darkness and saw Kiernan helplessly lying on the ground, on his side, and started approaching him.
In that moment.
Isaac's foot landed on blood on the ground and slipped—he started to slowly fall backwards—but then Samuel caught his hand.
'You idiot!'
Samuel screamed inside his mind and pulled Isaac back to his feet.
'Thank you…'
Isaac mouthed the thank you's and felt embarrassed because he almost completely blew their cover.
Samuel looked angrily at him and then kept walking towards Kiernan, and Isaac followed right behind—they then pulled out knives.
They took these knives from people that died just now.
They kept them hidden from Kiernan and Michael.
