try begging

"Ugh!"

"Whoa!"

The room quickly transformed from a cauldron of chaos to a cauldron of terror. Humans and animals were tangled together and trampled, and Grace ran, dragged by the man's hand who was pulling her hard. At that moment, the electricity went out, and the only light left was flames.

As they used the railings and circus props as barricades to avoid the bullets, the flames spread further inward, engulfing half of the circus arena. Scorching heat and black smoke quickly filled the huge tent.

"Ellie, don't cry."

"Sigh... ."

"You shouldn't cry. Please don't cry."

There was only one child here, Ellie. The moment the child started crying, the three of them were discovered. They had no choice but to cover the child's mouth as he yelped in surprise, desperately searching for a way out.

"Leon Winston, did you ask what the cruelest revenge is?"

One of the remnants shouted a line from the movie.

"I'll tell you the answer today!"

The bullets weren't just coming from the exit. Judging from the gunfire, there were at least four guns. Amid the eerie gunfire and horrific screams echoing from all directions, someone shouted from the top of the stands across from where the three were hiding.

"I've waited three years just for today! This place will become a slaughterhouse for your dirty royal piglets!"

It was at that moment that Grace suddenly had the thought that she had heard that woman's voice somewhere before.

Squeak.

An ominous roar echoed overhead. The man looked up at the smoky ceiling of the tent just as the pillars above him began to collapse, ripping through a puff of black smoke.

"Jump!"

Once again, she was being led by the man's hand and was running without thinking. With a bang, a pillar collapsed behind her, causing the ground to shake, and something struck between the two. The hand she was holding onto slipped and Grace let go of him. She got up as soon as she fell, but she couldn't find the two people.

"Ellie!"

"Mom!"

"Grace!"

They called out to each other, but they couldn't see each other. Half of the tent had collapsed, filling the remaining half with dust and smoke, making it difficult to even keep their eyes open.

Grace walked towards the sound, but her feet kept tripping on what felt like corpses, and she fell down with each step. She crawled on the ground and called out to her daughter, but her voice was drowned out by screams and loud noises.

"Cough, cough."

As she was coughing fitfully due to the acrid smoke, Grace suddenly felt the fresh air. Feeling towards the direction where the wind was blowing, Grace found a spot where it seemed as if someone had torn the tent.

"Ellie!"

I found an escape route, but I couldn't escape alone. I kept calling the child, but there was no answer.

Creak.

The moment Grace heard another ominous sound, she knew without seeing it that the tent was about to collapse.

Finally, forced to make a choice, I ran to the nearest shelter as soon as I got out. I was about to hide behind an animal cage.

Behind her, a loud noise shook the earth and flames shot up into the sky. Grace lost her mind as she looked at the tent that had completely collapsed and been engulfed in flames.

"No... No... ."

Among the people running away screaming and turning pale, the face she was looking for was not there. Grace ran around frantically to check for survivors, but eventually she could only stand there in a daze, staring at the blazing tent and the black ash flying above it.

"Black...."

It was at that moment when painful cries were about to burst out.

Drrrrrr!

The sound of machine gun fire in the distance cut across the night sky.

bang!

The moment she heard the gunshot, Grace screamed in joy.

The man is alive.

The rebels' targets were only the man and Grace. The first gunshot heard was from the remnants. So the guards weren't trying to subdue the remnants, but the remnants were trying to kill the man.

She hurriedly searched through her handbag, remembering where the gunshot had come from. The moment she took out her gun, the camera fell to the floor, but Grace didn't notice and ran away.

Ellie. Ellie, please.

I hope Ellie is with that man. And please be safe.

At some point, I stopped hearing gunshots. I couldn't tell if it was a good omen or a bad omen. While suppressing my anxiety, I approached a remote area of ​​the circus premises where the sound had come from. I was searching the area thoroughly, hiding between the animal pens and wooden crates.

'omg.'

A bleeding, dying man was lying in front of a cart piled high with rags. He wasn't wearing a gas mask, but you could tell he was a remnant just by looking at the machine gun lying next to him.

"Ellie?"

It was clear that the man had killed the remnants. So the two had to be nearby. However, when there was no answer, things were getting more and more ominous. Grace, who had gone back behind the stacked haystacks, froze.

There were both men and children there.

The man leaning against the wall of the hay had a dark suit and coat that was soaking wet. It wasn't water. The smell of blood was strong.

A child was hanging there, clutching a stuffed rabbit, her chest heaving wildly as if she had been shot somewhere. My heart sank when I saw her covered in blood and ash.

"Eh, Ellie?"

Her blue-eyed eyes didn't move at all. She didn't even cry. That was the moment when the world was about to crumble.

"Mom, you're here... ."

The man smiled weakly and whispered to the child.

"Oh, Mom... ."

The child opened her eyes and slowly raised her head from her father's embrace. Her legs gave out in relief. Grace sat down, not even noticing the pain in her knees that had been crushed against the dirt, and hugged the child tightly.

The small body clinging to her arms trembled. She hated herself for being relieved that the child was shaking in fear, thinking that it was proof that he was alive.

"...Good. And don't cry."

The man grimaced as if he was tired and continued to speak haltingly. The hand stroking the child's head trembled. Grace, who had been staring blankly at his face and blinking, suddenly lowered her gaze to the child and asked.

"Does anything hurt?"

The child was so scared that instead of answering, he just shook his head vaguely and buried himself deeper into her arms.

The pale hand that had been wrapping around the child's head fell to Grace's arm. The moment his hand tried to grab her wrist, Grace stood up. The hand that had been sliding weakly suddenly grabbed the child's ankle.

The man didn't want to let go of Ellie. But now he didn't have the strength to defeat Grace. As he stood up, his hand fell away after a futile struggle, and Ellie's shoe fell off and fell on the man's hand.

Grace looked down at the man while holding Ellie. Then, suddenly, her face distorted and she took a step back.

A man picked up a gun that had fallen on the floor.

You will die.

So you give up.

It was a time when I couldn't say it out loud, so I conveyed it with my eyes and ended up taking a step back.

The muzzle turned to the side... .

bang!!

The man pulled the trigger.

"Ugh!"

Grace turned her head toward the groaning sound and made eye contact with a woman falling to the ground after being shot in the stomach.

It was Nancy.

It wasn't an illusion that the voice I heard in the tent sounded familiar.

"Ugh... Ugh... ."

Grace walked over to Nancy, who was lying face down, clawing at the dirt floor with her nails.

Whoosh.

Nancy kicked the gun she had dropped and turned to look at the man. The moment their eyes met, the man, under the dim light, let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the gun. There was a smile in his eyes.

Nancy kicked the gun she had dropped and turned to look at the man. The moment their eyes met, the man, under the dim light, let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the gun. There was a smile in his eyes.

But the moment Grace took a step back, her eyes changed.

Grace, who was slowly backing away while holding her daughter soaked in her father's blood, eventually turned around and ran.

I can't do it. I absolutely can't do it.

As I ran away again from the man I couldn't handle, either his life or his death, the last look I saw lingered before Grace's terrified eyes.

The sadness in the man's pale eyes, holding one of his daughter's shoes in his hand, was deeper than that of the boy when he was young.

************************************************** ***

Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

************************************************** **

"Ugh!"

"Whoa!"

The room quickly transformed from a cauldron of chaos to a cauldron of terror. Humans and animals were tangled together and trampled, and Grace ran, dragged by the man's hand who was pulling her hard. At that moment, the electricity went out, and the only light left was flames.

As they used the railings and circus props as barricades to avoid the bullets, the flames spread further inward, engulfing half of the circus arena. Scorching heat and black smoke quickly filled the huge tent.

"Ellie, don't cry."

"Sigh... ."

"You shouldn't cry. Please don't cry."

There was only one child here, Ellie. The moment the child started crying, the three of them were discovered. They had no choice but to cover the child's mouth as he yelped in surprise, desperately searching for a way out.

"Leon Winston, did you ask what the cruelest revenge is?"

One of the remnants shouted a line from the movie.

"I'll tell you the answer today!"

The bullets weren't just coming from the exit. Judging from the gunfire, there were at least four guns. Amid the eerie gunfire and horrific screams echoing from all directions, someone shouted from the top of the stands across from where the three were hiding.

"I've waited three years just for today! This place will become a slaughterhouse for your dirty royal piglets!"

It was at that moment that Grace suddenly had the thought that she had heard that woman's voice somewhere before.

Squeak.

An ominous roar echoed overhead. The man looked up at the smoky ceiling of the tent just as the pillars above him began to collapse, ripping through a puff of black smoke.

"Jump!"

Once again, she was being led by the man's hand and was running without thinking. With a bang, a pillar collapsed behind her, causing the ground to shake, and something struck between the two. The hand she was holding onto slipped and Grace let go of him. She got up as soon as she fell, but she couldn't find the two people.

"Ellie!"

"Mom!"

"Grace!"

They called out to each other, but they couldn't see each other. Half of the tent had collapsed, filling the remaining half with dust and smoke, making it difficult to even keep their eyes open.

Grace walked towards the sound, but her feet kept tripping on what felt like corpses, and she fell down with each step. She crawled on the ground and called out to her daughter, but her voice was drowned out by screams and loud noises.

"Cough, cough."

As she was coughing fitfully due to the acrid smoke, Grace suddenly felt the fresh air. Feeling towards the direction where the wind was blowing, Grace found a spot where it seemed as if someone had torn the tent.

"Ellie!"

I found an escape route, but I couldn't escape alone. I kept calling the child, but there was no answer.

Creak.

The moment Grace heard another ominous sound, she knew without seeing it that the tent was about to collapse.

Finally, forced to make a choice, I ran to the nearest shelter as soon as I got out. I was about to hide behind an animal cage.

Behind her, a loud noise shook the earth and flames shot up into the sky. Grace lost her mind as she looked at the tent that had completely collapsed and been engulfed in flames.

"No... No... ."

Among the people running away screaming and turning pale, the face she was looking for was not there. Grace ran around frantically to check for survivors, but eventually she could only stand there in a daze, staring at the blazing tent and the black ash flying above it.

"Black...."

It was at that moment when painful cries were about to burst out.

Drrrrrr!

The sound of machine gun fire in the distance cut across the night sky.

bang!

The moment she heard the gunshot, Grace screamed in joy.

The man is alive.

The rebels' targets were only the man and Grace. The first gunshot heard was from the remnants. So the guards weren't trying to subdue the remnants, but the remnants were trying to kill the man.

She hurriedly searched through her handbag, remembering where the gunshot had come from. The moment she took out her gun, the camera fell to the floor, but Grace didn't notice and ran away.

Ellie. Ellie, please.

I hope Ellie is with that man. And please be safe.

At some point, I stopped hearing gunshots. I couldn't tell if it was a good omen or a bad omen. While suppressing my anxiety, I approached a remote area of ​​the circus premises where the sound had come from. I was searching the area thoroughly, hiding between the animal pens and wooden crates.

'omg.'

A bleeding, dying man was lying in front of a cart piled high with rags. He wasn't wearing a gas mask, but you could tell he was a remnant just by looking at the machine gun lying next to him.

"Ellie?"

It was clear that the man had killed the remnants. So the two had to be nearby. However, when there was no answer, things were getting more and more ominous. Grace, who had gone back behind the stacked haystacks, froze.

There were both men and children there.

The man leaning against the wall of the hay had a dark suit and coat that was soaking wet. It wasn't water. The smell of blood was strong.

A child was hanging there, clutching a stuffed rabbit, her chest heaving wildly as if she had been shot somewhere. My heart sank when I saw her covered in blood and ash.

"Eh, Ellie?"

Her blue-eyed eyes didn't move at all. She didn't even cry. That was the moment when the world was about to crumble.

"Mom, you're here... ."

The man smiled weakly and whispered to the child.

"Oh, Mom... ."

The child opened her eyes and slowly raised her head from her father's embrace. Her legs gave out in relief. Grace sat down, not even noticing the pain in her knees that had been crushed against the dirt, and hugged the child tightly.

The small body clinging to her arms trembled. She hated herself for being relieved that the child was shaking in fear, thinking that it was proof that he was alive.

"...Good. And don't cry."

The man grimaced as if he was tired and continued to speak haltingly. The hand stroking the child's head trembled. Grace, who had been staring blankly at his face and blinking, suddenly lowered her gaze to the child and asked.

"Does anything hurt?"

The child was so scared that instead of answering, he just shook his head vaguely and buried himself deeper into her arms.

The pale hand that had been wrapping around the child's head fell to Grace's arm. The moment his hand tried to grab her wrist, Grace stood up. The hand that had been sliding weakly suddenly grabbed the child's ankle.

The man didn't want to let go of Ellie. But now he didn't have the strength to defeat Grace. As he stood up, his hand fell away after a futile struggle, and Ellie's shoe fell off and fell on the man's hand.

Grace looked down at the man while holding Ellie. Then, suddenly, her face distorted and she took a step back.

A man picked up a gun that had fallen on the floor.

You will die.

So you give up.

It was a time when I couldn't say it out loud, so I conveyed it with my eyes and ended up taking a step back.

The muzzle turned to the side... .

bang!!

The man pulled the trigger.

"Ugh!"

Grace turned her head toward the groaning sound and made eye contact with a woman falling to the ground after being shot in the stomach.

It was Nancy.

It wasn't an illusion that the voice I heard in the tent sounded familiar.

"Ugh... Ugh... ."

Grace walked over to Nancy, who was lying face down, clawing at the dirt floor with her nails.

Whoosh.

Nancy kicked the gun she had dropped and turned to look at the man. The moment their eyes met, the man, under the dim light, let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the gun. There was a smile in his eyes.

Nancy kicked the gun she had dropped and turned to look at the man. The moment their eyes met, the man, under the dim light, let out a sigh of relief as he dropped the gun. There was a smile in his eyes.

But the moment Grace took a step back, her eyes changed.

Grace, who was slowly backing away while holding her daughter soaked in her father's blood, eventually turned around and ran.

I can't do it. I absolutely can't do it.

As I ran away again from the man I couldn't handle, either his life or his death, the last look I saw lingered before Grace's terrified eyes.

The sadness in the man's pale eyes, holding one of his daughter's shoes in his hand, was deeper than that of the boy when he was young.

************************************************** ***

Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

************************************************** **