Chapter Eighteen.

Luna caressed the phone screen with her thumb, sulking in a deep breath at the thick red liquid that smears on the scream.

"Tiop." Another drop landed on the screen.

As if on default, her head slowly looked up. Her heart beat accelerating until it finally stops.

Unable to breath.

"Mia." She quickly grabbed her gun, aiming at the sharp vines that held her friend on the air.

Piercing different parts of her body as it kept her afloat.

Judging from her weak position she immediately knew she had been there for a long time. 

That would mean she had lost a lot of blood.

"Damn it–damn...it." There isn't any more bullet. Her shaking hand reached for the pocket at the side of her bag. Struggling with the small metallic objects as they refuse to stay put. 

After stuffing her gun full. Sh