The moment the car door opened, sand and wind blasted inside.
Hector Grant and the others already had their faces covered in blood. Now, that blood was caked with sand and dirt, their clothes no different, making them look utterly wretched.
Hector Grant staggered to the vehicle's entrance and was helped out of the car.
He refused any further assistance, slowly straightening his body on his own. "Get everyone out. Carry them to the second floor first."
The injured were carried out one by one.
Although most were unconscious, a careful inspection confirmed that their lives were not in danger.
This made Hector Grant breathe a sigh of relief.
'As long as their lives aren't in danger, it's fine!'
With Nathan Thorne around, getting injured wasn't a major issue.
The group arrived on the second floor.
They happened to run right into Sierra Sullivan and the others, who were about to head downstairs.
