“I could’a told ya that-“ was the last thing you heard before the shots began.

Now, you were huddled behind a small cart as Sean panicked over you. Pressing a hand onto your bullet wound, he began to look around, almost getting his head blown off in the process. “Oh, hell. What’m I supposed to do?”

The Gray’s had ambushed you all, and the worst part was—you’d seen it coming. Sean kept raising his head, looking around for anyone he knew. He sighed. Arthur and Micah had ended up somewhere.