"You're going to run out of bullets soon," Angel said, as they tried to escape from the tower.
"I know," Zane replied.
"Unless we do something about it," she said and stopped walking.
"Do what?" He turned to see her looking at some bodies on the ground, with two guns laying next to them.
"N—"
"I'll take one, and you take one," she said.
"Have you lost your damn mind? You don't even—"
"I don't like guns, I'm aware. You don't shoot better than me though. I just don't like them." She shrugged.
He wanted to argue badly, but she was very right.
Not a lot of people could shoot a gun as well as she could. She just never touched the thing.
"So?"
"Alright. But—"
"I'm going to hate myself forever if something bad happens to you. As much as you want to protect me, I want to protect you too. Allow me to—" a shot blasted their way, and she screamed, and jumped.
He lifted a brow, as he stared at her.
"What? I didn't see that coming. I promise I can help cover you," she begged.
