“Where are we going?” I asked. “There is a storm drain that leads outside the walls,” Julian said. “I’m leading you there.” “Have you used it before?” Makara asked. “Yes,” Julian said. “Although, that time it didn’t work out.” “Didn’t work out...?” Makara asked. Julian ignored Makara’s question, instead turning a corner and running straight down the street. Two men stood ahead of us, talking in front of an open door. Upon seeing us, they looked at each other and began to shout. Before they could do us any harm, Makara aimed her gun and fired. The two men ducked into an alleyway. They stayed out of sight as we ran past the alley. They must not have had guns, but they would surely go find people who did. “Here!” Julian said. He threw open a door to one of the buildings as more men came from the alley behind us. We rushed inside, slamming the door. Samuel locked it, then placed a nearby chair under the handle. We all rushed up the wooden steps behind Julian.
