BANG!
A shot rang out. Then another. Then another.
The blonde, barely regaining her footing, staggered backward as the bullets tore through her head and chest — one, two, three, four — until she slammed against the wall and slid down, leaving a smear of red in her wake.
Four shots killed her.
Blood pooled beneath her body.
Olivia did not scream — she just stared at the corpse blankly, her eyes hollow and empty.
Ellie's hands flew to her mouth. Mark froze.
"Arya! Do something!" Mark exclaimed, spinning around trying to find a hiding spot.
"I — I'm trying!" Arya replied, her eyes widening, fingers twitching,
They all turned to her, startled — disbelief mixing with fear. The seeker still stood, its gun now lowered, chest heaving like something alive, steam hissing from its vents.
Then, it stopped moving.