67. Zac

I thought it would be crazy to get out of that hellhole with that orange-haired boy. He looked naive and his movements seemed clumsy, but I felt an obligation to save him since he was Carter's friend.

I never thought he had the ability to fight and hit back. Much less, that he didn't even look scared, despite his rich boy façade, he was someone not to be underestimated.

So did that curious robot, it moved from side to side with such speed that it was impossible to follow its movements, its owner Aaron had given it an incredible programming in its circuits to be able to defend itself.

I could understand why the orange-haired boy had been assigned the task of saving me, what I could not understand was why Carter had decided to confront Orland, if the boy had arrived with a safe route to where he was.