He struggled to stay clear-headed, yet inexplicably felt exhilarated.
"WTF?"
The fluorescent graffiti layered all over the walls suddenly became vivid.
Most of it featured themes of demons and prosthetic worship, the rest was just meaningless profanity and splattered color blocks.
Bang!
The muffled gunshots erupted one after another, making his heart go numb.
Out of the corner of his eye, John caught a black spot suddenly appearing on the wall, followed by a second and third, like black tattoos blooming in succession until the splattering rubble and dust stung the corner of his eye, only then did he suddenly realize:
This is a f*cking ambush!
Someone is shooting at me!
John turned and rolled to the side, taking cover behind a rock, his head regaining some semblance of rationality amidst the frantic movement.
[Subdermal Armor: 87%]
He had taken at least two bullets in the back just now.
