"Push it up!" A firm voice rang out, a voice that even Ferucci heard, but it was so distant, so muffled. "Push it out!" Again the same words, while gunshots rang out. "Ferucci, open your fucking eyes!" Erick's voice, yeah, it was him slapping his face like it was going to be the miracle medicine, while in the background the others were advancing forward.
But those slaps did something, as Ferucci only opened one of his eyes, a little only, and still saw nothing, just a blurred face, and a flash of light into his eyes.
"Hey, hey!" Erick slapped his face again. "Don't close it and listen to me, my voice, listen to it!" He shouted again, but he knew very well that it might be over for Ferucci.
His whole vest was covered in blood and half of his head. Ferucci was in a state that can't even be called fucked up, it was more than that.
"Dilian, come here!" Erick shouted into the radio and Dilian immediately dashed toward them, kneeling down beside Ferucci.
