Screams of horror and agony filled the air.
The screams belonged to the people who couldn't escape the colossus hordes.
It had started raining a few minutes ago, making it hard for us to see. I was clutching onto Ronan's hand as if my life depended on it. Truth is, I didn't want to let go. I was too afraid that if I did, he'd disappear just like the other.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by someone yelling something as they ran past us. It was Marco and his men. They were everywhere.
"Run!" A soldier yelled at a civilian.
The streets reeked of death, worse than ever before. It was potent, and it felt wrong to inhale it, so I covered my nose with my jacket sleeve.
I recognized Tiny, Marco's right-hand man. He was waiting for us near what looked like an open drain. People started streaming down the drain. Impatiently rushing to safety.
