The Trial

Before Catrine could speak, those inside the bunker already arrived running from the direction of the surveillance room.

They were watching his fight, and the most stressed one was surely Cheryl.

It was no wonder for her to reach him first and jump to hug him with teary eyes.

She even hit his back with her weak punches while mumbling things he couldn't make amidst her crying.

She seemed to cry a lot while he was fighting for his life out there.

"Don't worry," he could only say that while leaning over the nearby wall. His right arm was injured and his body was already aching from the stressful fight he just had. "I'm fine."

"No you are not," Catrine spilled a bucket of cold water over his head. It was enough to make Cheryl leave his embrace and turn to her with a scary look over her face.

"He isn't going to die," Catrine understood the mistake she just made, "it's just a wounded arm, not a big deal."