Third Person POV

The shattering of glass could be heard as the people ran away, desperately searching for an escape. Someone had managed to call the cops while a guard tried turning the power back on.

Andrew called out for Christiana but couldn't hear her respond. The lights flickered back on and behold, Christiana had fallen to her knees with a scratch on her wrist. The bullet had grazed past her and, if she hadn't moved her head away before, it'd have hit her. She lost her mind ...