The number of corpses Eren passes in the halls is staggering. Around every corner there seems to be more and more. Kids his age splayed out at awkward angles, blood leaking from their broken bodies to fill the path they walk in a thin blanket of red.

  Gunshots echo through the halls from behind, making everyone flinch and press to the walls.

  “Shit!” Cris curses, eyes turned to the medical room.

  “No fucking way….” Jess whispers, watching as Michael, Jacob, and Jerimiah walk out of the medical room last, blood soaking their bodies.

  Tony starts to lunge forward, but Eren and Arnold stop him.

  “You fucking monsters!” He screams, voice raw in his throat as they all watch the three teens exchange nods to Colin who only smiles and waves in response.

  “Go take care of electrical yeah?” Michael calls back, waving his gun around without a care in the world.

  “They fucking killed them, they killed the nurses,” Tony grinds out

  “Nothing we can do about it now…” Eren clenches his jaw.

  Together they guide Tony away, though it's clear they all have half the mind to try and do something more.

  But it’s too late, the medical staff is dead, and no amount of in-fighting will bring them back, so instead they let the weight hang as they walk the opposite direction until the sound of Colin and his followers disappear.

  “This is insane…” Squirrel squeaks, her voice barely above a whisper against the stark quiet of the facility. “Colin is probably already taking everything, he’s totally going to leave us, isn’t he?”

  “If you are that worried, why the hell did you come with us?” Arnold grinds out, holding up a hand for the others to pause behind him as they reach a junction.

  Silence flows over them for a moment, interrupted by a faint thump at inconsistent intervals.

  Arnold signals its clear to move, and the group follows, the source of the thump nothing more than a door opening and closing from the air pressure, stopped against the ruined arm of a child Eren can’t see the rest of.

  “Are you kidding? That guy gives me the creeps. Especially after…you know…executing those prisoners?” Squirrel shivers, signaling for Hayden to follow her as she starts to pull a guard’s corpse out from under a fallen filing cabinet.

  They nod their collective understanding.

  Cris helps lift the cabinet further, while Squirrel and Hayden strip the dead guard's stun baton, shoes, belt, and anything else useful from him.

  Squirrel tosses the shoes to Tony, who nods his thanks and takes a moment to slip them on while Arnold slinks ahead to peer around the next corner.

  “Think he will bounce?” Cris asks with a sigh, trying to brush the blood off his hands.

  “He won’t leave…” Eren tries to put on as confident a voice as he can muster, though it doesn’t seem to convince many of them. Hell he isn’t particularly convinced himself.

  “I can’t believe he would just abandon all those people though…” Hayden mutters, rejoining the group with Squirrel as they press forward on Arnold's signal.

  “You can’t believe it?” Jess asks with a scoff. “I can, he’s the kind of guy who’d trip you if you were running away from a mountain lion. The guy’s a total ass.”

  “Can you really blame him?” Arnold asks, catching a few stray looks of frustration.

  He brings his hands up defensively, and then bounds to the next wall, waiting for everyone else to fall in line against it before continuing.

  “This is a risky move, is all I’m saying. It takes a special kind of crazy to run back into the mountain lion's den when a way out is ready to go. Not everyone is built to be a hero, I think is my point.”

  “Especially when the mountain lions have AK-47’s.” Squirrel chirps, eyes locked to a gun on the ground.

  “They aren’t AK’s…” Hayden corrects. “They are AR-15’s.” He rushes over and takes the firearm Squirrel is eyeing. After securing it, he checks the magazine before seating it back into the rifle, and looks around to the others as he struggles to hold its weight in his thin arms.

  “Whatever, still, guns!” Squirrel dismisses.

  “No, he has a point, the type of gun matters,” Eren confirms. “AK’s use a bigger bullet, more stopping power, but less capable of penetrating through stuff like armor.”

  Hayden nods his head. “Gotta know what’s safe to hide behind. Also, does anyone want this one?”

  “My dad taught me to shoot, I can take it.” Jess extends a hand, and Hayden hands it to her.

  “You sure you don’t want it? You seem to know some stuff.” Jess asks, racking a round into the chamber.

  “I'm sure… I uh, I tried to go hunting with my dad once but it… it didn’t go well. I know what it is but I can't use it.”

  “No problem.” Jess offers a smile.

  “I think I found it,” Arnold calls, one hand covering his mouth as the stench of blood grows ever more pungent.

  The last door at the end of the hall is clearly marked for electrical, splattered with blood from the bodies left in a pile near its bottom.

  “I can split here, I know enough about electronics to make something work… Hayden, can you stick here with me? Just in case something happens,” Tony asks.

  “Uh, yeah, sure, I can do that.” Hayden struggles to take his eyes off the bodies, though as Tony touches Hayden's shoulder to guide him closer to the door he breaks his gaze away.

  “You sure about this?” Eren asks, helping Cris and Tony both as they sort through the collection of keys they have acquired.

  “I'd rather not split, but…” Tony brings his voice low, looking over the bodies in the hall. “It’s getting worse the further back we go, I don’t know if Hayden can stomach this. Better he sticks here where it isn’t as bad.”

  Eren nods his head, and nearly stumbles onto his face as the door gives with a click.

  The electrical room buzzes with power and rumbles with the sound of generators, filling the hall with more noise than they had anticipated.

  “Go find that armory and get the others out.” Tony steadies Eren, and half throws him from the electrical room while pulling Hayden inside, closing the door behind them and returning the halls to silence once more with a metallic thud.

  “Let’s keep moving,” Cris says, moving with Arnold further down the next hall.

  Tony is right, it is worse the deeper they go, so much so that Squirrel has a hard time trying to pick through the corpses. Eren counts the bodies, the total running up to well over 100 visible dead teens by the time they reach the next guard post that acts as a transitional chamber between two wings.

  Eren recognizes it. His eyes had been so fixed to the bodies on the ground he railed to realize they had made their way to the northern guard post, the one the guards came from after the backup was called from their initial breakout attempt.. He can see rows of monitors on the wall displaying the camera feed of his cell, and the cells of the others that had occupied his wing. There is a door that leads further north set against the wall, likely leading up to the vehicle bay. Trying it, Eren lets out a breath. It’s locked, though Cris begins to try out the collection of stolen keys while the others continue to investigate.

  “Where the fuck is this armory?” Arnold asks, looking back the way they came. “That 2nd wing survivor said it was this way, didn’t they?”

  “They did.” Eren grimaces, vision fixed to the west door, to where the 2nd wing is located

  Over 100 bodies… 155 to be exact, including the ones on the ground in this room. The math isn't adding up.

  “What’s bothering you?” Jess asks, taking Eren by the arm to bring his focus to her.

  “There are too many corpses. Every cell in the third wing, our wing, was filled, and based on what Colin said, coming in crammed with other people, the number of corpses we have passed already… the first wing would have had to have escaped.”

  “What do you mean? We were told they didn’t though…”

  “yeah, exactly. We were told, told by someone we didn’t know.” Eren’s heart drops, as he begins to count the bodies littering the halls down the second wing corridor.

  “You’re saying they lied?!” Squirrels voice shoots up high, so high that Cris is forced to grab her mouth to keep the scream from echoing off the walls.

  “Oh fuck.” Arnold runs his hands through his hair.

  With a heavy mechanical thud, the room goes black, and Eren is thankful Cris still has his hand around squirrels mouth, as even with it there her voice nearly pierces his skull.

  The camera feeds drop, and with a soft click, red emergency lights bathe the room.

  “We need to go,” Arnold insists, eyes darting around.

  “If Tony dropped the power now without our signal it means he likely realized something too, I'm guessing there are cameras in electrical. We need to move.” Eren looks to Cris, who struggles to find the right key to get the north door unlocked.

  “Oh god oh god oh god, they betrayed us! They lied! They are going to get us killed!” Squirrel paces around.

  “They wanted to make sure there were enough cars…” Jess mutters, one hand over her mouth.

  “four guards per wing for food service, an additional four guards on cameras, likely two near each vehicle bay and maybe another six for rotations. Forty Four guards, generously. The vehicle I came in had four guards, what about the rest of you?” Eren asks.

  “Four guards took me in.” Cris confirms, tossing one key backwards to clatter against the floor.

  “Four took me in as well.” Jess nods, biting her nails now.

  “Four guards per vehicle, means 11 or 12 vehicles are still here. Even distribution means each bay has only three or four vehicles in it.”

  “There were three dozen people in the medical wing before we left.” Arnold falls to the ground. “Even if they are vans you’re only squeezing 10 people into a vehicle. They needed us gone to fit the rest of them…”

  Cris punches the door and throws another key to the ground. “We still have time, we just need to get back there before Tony unlocks the bay doors. The guards will be here in what, five minutes?”

  “Generously,” Eren confirms.

  Cris tosses another key to the ground, and slams one home into the lock, the door opening with a click.

  “We have time, Tony will wait for us, or at the very least be on his way to the vehicle bay to secure us something.”

  “Can’t we go to the other bays?” Arnold asks, standing up and helping Squirrel gather her senses.

  “They will have guards posted at nearly every entrance. There was no armory to loot, we wouldn't survive a fight at the other bays. Colin and his people had weapons, they would have already fought off anyone at that bay they were going to.” Eren tries, looking to Jess and Cris who nod their agreement.

  “Call it four minutes, plenty of time to get there and kick their fucking asses for thinking they could get away with this shit.” Cris holds the door open, and ushers everyone through into the next corridor.

  Their feet slam into the ground, breaths burning as the hallway stretches out before them, taking odd turns that send them sprinting for far longer than necessary.

  Eren’s heart pounds in his chest, his muscles scream in protest, but he doesn’t stop, not until he hears the sound of a guard's radio crackle somewhere up ahead.

  His guts drop as a shadow shifts along a far wall, eyes tracing the silhouette of a rifle.

  “Guards!” Eren shouts, legs carrying him to the next door he sees set into the west wall of the hallway.

  The others notice too, Cris being the first to slam himself into the door, throwing it open with a crash that sends the papers inside scattering.

  Cris wheels around and reaches out his hand for Jess, who he pulls in right after him.

  Eren dives for the door next, just as the blacked out shape of a guard rounds the corner, and the blinding muzzle flash burns a hole in his vision.

  He crashes into the ground, pulled further into the room by Cris, slipping on the papers left scattered across the ground. His ears ring, eyes pinched shut, until something warm soaks his cheek.

  Eren’s eyes flicker open in time to watch Arnold's head turn to mist from a rifle round, his body going limp in the hall, one arm outstretched towards them still.

  He nearly screams, but Cris’s hand covers his mouth and muffles it instantly. Eren is dragged against his will against one of the walls nearest the door, Cris’s hand still pressed there, his voice shushing him over the ringing in his ears.

  Squirrel kicks the door shut, while Jess grabs a chair and jams it under the handle before pressing herself against the wall as well.

  “They know we are here!” Eren hisses, fighting Cris’s hand away from his mouth.

  “Exactly, and to kill us they have to kick down the door, they have long guns, not meant for CQC, we can survive this,” He insists in a low voice.

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  Cris is right, Eren is panicking again.

  Eren swallows, his eyes trying to focus on something in the room, something mundane to pull him away from the thought of Arnold's corpse he knows is just beyond the closed door.

  While the others shift, hands tightening around their respective weapons, Eren finds his eyes catching the papers scattered across the ground at his feet, something off about them.

  Slowly, he reaches down and grabs one, ears alerted to the low whispers and measured footfalls beyond the door.

  He scans the words, worried for a moment that the panic has truly crushed his mind, as all he reads is gibberish.

  Eren shakes his head, narrows his eyes, and tries to reread the documents.

  It is nonsense, nonsense he recognizes—Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet

  All of the papers are like that, he realizes, every single one at his feet, soaking with Arnold's blood. Rows and rows of nonsense default text.

  He had a weird feeling about this place for a while now, but this is just making it all weirder.

  This place is built like a maze, which makes sense in the context of a prison, but this place also lacks several qualities that surely wouldn’t have been overlooked when designing a prison.

  Cris’s movement grabs Eren’s attention, as he motions for Squirrel to hand over the stun baton she had acquired. She tosses it to him, and he flicks it on, muscles tightening in his forearm as a heavy kick slams into the door they hide behind. Jess shoulders the rifle and flicks the safety off, setting it to fully automatic, her whole body shaking.

  Eren tries to position his own kitchen knife, but his grip is crooked. Despite the use of the stim, the bones weren’t quite set a hundred percent correctly despite Jess’s help, meaning his entire left arm is more than a little twisted now, but that didn’t make it any less useful.

  Cris shifts his positions against the wall, and Eren moves to have his weak leg covered by Cris’s strong one, while Jess and Squirrel take up spots on the opposite side.

  Sweat beads down his back as another kick crunches into the door, this time cracking the chair under the handle. They come more frequently now, each one making his heart feel like it’s about to burst.

  This whole thing is a gamble, Eren knows it. Fighting guards with guns using a stun baton, a pool stick, and a kitchen knife is as good as signing their death warrants. Jess has her rifle which is going to help, but still, being this close to bullets—friendly or otherwise—has him nearly pissing himself. But it's the only option they have now. All they can do is trust each other.

  Eren fights to keep his breathing down, fights to avoid making a single noise. He wants to shift closer to the wall but it would be too risky now as the next boot crunch nearly sent the door off its hinges—one more and they are in.

  With a crunch the chair shatters and the door swings open, rifles aimed in the center of the room, black uniforms blocking the light in the doorway for only a moment, and a moment is all they needed.

  The rattle of fully automatic gunfire sends Eren’s ears ringing. Jess pulls her trigger down, and keeps it down, even as the rifle's barrel rises up and up and up, sending a shower of bullets into the ceiling after carving a path through the front guard.

  He screams a muffled, underwater scream as he falls, blood spraying the ground. The guard behind the one who took the brunt of the gunfire staggers as a few strays pass through into his leg.

  Jess releases the trigger and lowers the gun again, pressing down once more but only getting a click in return.

  “Get down!” Eren screams, throwing himself at her as the next uninjured guard wheels on them, rifle lowered to fire.

  Eren’s body collides with Jess just as a shot tears through the space she used to be.

  The gun follows them down, a single trigger pull sends a round crashing into the space next to Eren’s head.

  Shrapnel explodes out, rips through his hair and back, enough to make him bleed but not enough to kill.

  Eren tucks himself around Jess, blocking her body from the bullets, but no more come their way, instead the crackling sound of a stun baton fills the room, and Eren looks up to watch as Cris drives it into the guards stomach.

  The guard grunts, dropping the rifle entirely and pulling a pistol from his waistband instead.

  Eren scrambles off of Jess, and launches himself at the guards legs.

  Eren slips in his own blood and falls short. Knocking into the guards feet as opposed to his knees as intended. Another shot rings out and Cris staggers back, blood spilling from above Eren to soak into his scrubs..

  Eren claws his way up the guard's pant leg, pressing all of his weight into the man to try and get him off balance. It barely works. The guard shifts in space and pulls his attention from Cris long enough to point the handgun down and press it to Eren's head.

  Screaming, Eren grabs the gun with his hand and pressed it down further, far enough to force the slide back a small fraction.

  The guard pulls the trigger, but with the slide not fully forward the gun doesn’t go off.

  Eren pisses himself then and there, and cries and screams as he raises himself up, pulling the gun away from his head, forcing the guard to point it upwards into the ceiling.

  Eren doesn’t have the strength to keep him there. Cris slaps against the wall, holding his thigh as blood oozes out of it in pulsing gouts.

  Using his left hand, Eren slams the kitchen knife into the guard's ribs. The blade is large, but against his soft armor it barely penetrates, only enough to make him flinch.

  Again and again Eren stabs the man until the blood coats his grip. On the sixth stab he can’t maintain a hold on the blade, so instead it remains inside the guard.

  The guard recovers from the pain enough to drive a knee into Eren's guts, ripping the air from his lungs.

  Eren keeps a hold of the guard's handgun, but barely.

  Another knee, and Eren vomits over the guard. Another knee, and blood is forced out of him. A third knee, and he loses his grip, sending him collapsing into the ground, unable to gain breath.

  His diaphragm spasms, the muscle refuses to work. He can’t bring in any air. Eren grips at his chest, mouth wide, making a strange wheezing sound as he meets the guards gaze.

  So this is how he dies... at least he died trying, and Cris got to see it.

  Why did he care so much about what Cris thought? Maybe it was because they were friends.

  A weird thought to have now... then again it was probably pretty normal for the mind to wander in the moments leading to the end of one’s life.

  Truth is, Eren didn’t have any friends. He had always been more or less alone, save for at home. He was so focused on his grades, so focused on anything other than people, it just never crossed his mind.

  Cris is a friend. Probably his first friend, and very likely his only friend, even in death.

  “I’m sorry.” It’s all Eren can think to say.

  Using the last traces of breath, he apologizes to the friend he promised to get out of here—the friend he wanted so desperately to keep after all of this was over.

  Jess drives the stock of her rifle down on the guards nose with a gut wrenching crunch. He collapses to the ground with a grunt, while bringing his own handgun up to try and shoot Jess off of him.

  She crushes her heel down on the guard's wrist, sending the handgun clattering away from him. Jess drives the rifle into his face again, and again, but still he doesn’t relent. His breath comes in sopping flutters as loose skin is caught in his teeth, but still he fights her. The guard punches Jess in the ribs, but she powers through the blow.

  With her left hand, she slaps the mag release on the rifle still slung around the guards body, pulling it free. She drops the mag of her own gun, slots in the guard’s, smacks the bolt release, punches the barrel into the man's broken mouth and pulls the trigger on full auto, splitting his skull in half with the spray of bullets.

  Jessica screams, and sobs as the man goes limp under her. Eren’s legs shake violently, the adrenaline dumping from his system, but he can’t shut down—not yet.

  “Jess, Jess we need help! Cris is bleeding—bad!” Eren shouts, trying to get her attention, but she doesn’t hear him. He can barely hear himself over the ringing.

  Turning his attention to Cris, he sees him turning pale, and losing blood fast. He needs medical attention and needs it now.

  Cris could survive this, but not if he continues to bleed and Eren doesn't know what to do. Jess would, but she is suffering from extreme shock, and needs to recover quickly or their only chance of driving out of here would be leaving without them.

  “Jessica! Jessica breath!” He calls out to her, pulling himself closer to her. He grabs her under the armpits in a full nelson and pulls her from the corpse of the guard on the ground. “You need to breathe, come on, breathe, ten seconds in, through the nose, ten seconds out, right?” He echoes her own words, but she doesn’t hear him. Her mind is elsewhere.

  “Come on!” Eren scrambles to his feet, pulling her away from the bodies and into a sitting position, where he places himself in front of her and forces her eyes to meet him.

  “Follow me, alright, follow me. You need to help Cris, you need to help Cris. He is bleeding out. You can help, you can help, but you need to breathe.” Eren breathes, ten seconds through his nose, and ten seconds out of his mouth. Over and over, making sure her eyes are on him.

  Soon she follows suit. She breaths, her shaking mellows out, her face regains color, her shuddering breaths stabilize.

  “We need to go, we need to go now, alright? Come on, here.” Eren hoists her up, supporting her with his shoulder as her legs nearly refuse to hold her upright.

  ‘Cris! Cris, are you still with us?!” Eren calls.

  “Barely!” Cris grunts with a shallow breath.

  scanning the room, Eren sees Squirrel balled into herself, shaking on the ground, her pool stick weapon discarded, having gone unused during the entire fight. “Melissa, come on!”

  She peels her hands away from her face, eyes wide, streaked with tears.

  “Melissa, help me!”

  She nods feverishly, scrambles across the blood soaked floor with shaking legs and helps Eren haul Cris up

  “Jessica, can you help him?!” Eren pulls her attention towards Cris. She pauses for a moment, and then nods as well. She shuffles herself to Cris and looks around for something.

  “What do you need?”

  “Shirt, two of them—”

  Cris tries to remove his, but in removing his hand from his leg, more blood sputters and he brings it back down to stop the flow with a gasp.

  Eren rips his shirt away and tosses it to Jess. using the kitchen knife from the guards body she cuts the length of it, turning it into a thin strip of fabric.

  “This is going to hurt.” She rips a segment of fabric off and stuffs it into Cris’s mouth. He is confused at first, and then bites down hard with a scream as Jess stuffs the other strip of shirt into the wound, packing it as tightly as she can.

  Cris’s eyes roll into the back of his head, nearly slamming it into the wall as the pain wracks him.

  Jess grimaces, the blood still flowing, soaking the pack job.

  “Fuck fuck fuck.” She pulls her own shirt from her back, and cuts it in half, wrapping it a few inches above the wound. Tying a knot, she uses the scalpel as a windlass, spinning it around to tighten the makeshift tourniquet until Cris starts slamming his hand into the ground.

  “Lets go lets go lets go!” Eren grunts, and tries his best to haul Cris up off the floor.

  Every inch Cris moves is an inch closer to passing out, but still he holds on.

  “Melissa, on three! One, two, thee!” Eren calls. And together they get Cris up off the floor almost entirely, and sprint with him down the hall, Jessica following close behind.

  They round one more corner to the final stretch, the hallway opening up into the primary corridor Colin and the others would have gone down to reach their vehicle bay.

  Eren throws his shoulder into the door, but it doesn’t budge.

  “Hey! Hey, open up!” Eren cries, slamming himself against it again and again while Jess supports Cris against the inside wall.

  “They must have barricaded it!” Jess calls, her voice struggling to rise above the echo of Eren’s body crashing into the metal.

  “Fucking—open—the—door!” Eren grinds down hard on his teeth. “Help me!”

  “Eren, we can’t!” Jess runs her fingers through her hair, looking down the hallway. “We need to find another way. They would have used a car to prevent people from stopping them...”

  “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Eren slams his shoulder over and over, until his head rattles and his shoulder throbs.

  “Eren! We need to find another way! We can backtrack to the med room, get Cris better supplies, we can—”

  A loud engine roar echoes from the other side of the closed door, and then the crash and crunch of twisting metal nearly sends Eren out of his skin. Eren slams himself into the door again, this time it bounces halfway open as it collides with the taillight of an SUV inside.

  “Holy shit!” Jess and Squirrel haul Cris up and limp with him inside, where an SUV has rear ended the car that was blocking the doors from opening.

  “Get in!” Tony calls from the driver seat of the SUV.

  The trunk opens, and Eren and Squirrel help get Cris inside, aided by Hayden inside.

  “You guys stayed?!” Eren shouts, jumping in next, before reaching back to pull Jess in after him

  “Of course we stayed!”

  The moment the SUV’s trunk closes, Tony slams it in reverse and pulls away from the door, leaving his front bumper in the back of the barricade car.

  “They used a fucking car to barricade it, so there were enough,” Eren spits.

  “My thoughts exactly.” Tony slams the gas down, the van's tires peel out on the ground, lurching the vehicle forward and sending Eren nearly all the way into the trunk space from the acceleration aimed at the ramp that leads out into the open air, the first real signs of sunlight Eren has seen in weeks.

  His heart races, his breath comes in rushed, near hyperventilating shudders as the engine roars.

  He hit the outside light as if hitting a wall, a blanket of pure white that blinds Eren entirely until the scorching rays give way to vague shapes.

  The engine roars, and the suspension bounces, and the towering blocking shapes of buildings cast long shadows against the road. The SUV takes a sharp turn, sending the back end sliding into a drift as Tony keeps his foot down on the accelerator.

  Distant gunfire crackles through the air, bouncing off of buildings and racing to catch up to their escape. He can’t see where the shots come from, but it sounds like it’s everywhere around them.

  A streak of black from a building's shadow forces his eyes to adjust, but the light returns and blinds him again.

  Eren rubs his eyes, squinting to see through the front window, but gives up and turns his attention to the back instead, pressing his forehead against the glass next to Hayden.

  They cover a significant amount of ground, shadow and light flashing pass at a nauseating rate. The ground blurs around them, the engine roars and roars as Tony refuses to let off the gas even a little.

  Blinking, Eren’s eyes adjust, the shapes give way to distinct objects in the distance, as cars take off in different directions. Eren watches as a different car, likely one of the people who went with Collin, barrels down the road further away, heading the opposite direction. The reddish paint reflects the sunlight, the buildings and surrounding desert.

  They’re doing it, they’re really doing it—They are out, they are free. The densest part of the buildings pass, giving way to smaller ones, and soon they would be on the open road... finally finally finally.

  The red car in the distance becomes a twisted piece of scrap. Bullets tear through the metal, sending the car skidding off the road and directly into a building. It crumples like a piece of paper, disappearing in the smoke it makes.

  “Oh shit!” Eren turns around to face Tony, to warn him, but it’s too late.

  The ground in front of the SUV erupts as machine gun rounds tear through the asphalt on a path directly towards them. Metal screeches, Tony braces, someone screams. The SUV rips hard right as the rounds punch through the tires and engine. The front windshield explodes, twists, blood spatters Eren's face from somewhere—the entire vehicle pitches up on its side sending Eren crashing into the roof. Bullet holes punch through the metal as if it were barely even there. The deafening crack and wiz becoming impossibly quiet compared to the twisting groan of the vehicle as it flips and skids towards the shadows between desolate buildings at full speed.