Hearing Winston's broken scream made your eyes water, watching as one of your best friends got attacked by a greiver. In the five months you had been together, you had never heard him so upset, which made it worse. You wanted to kill the beasts for what they had done, but you needed to help get the others out. You grabbed Winston's hand, pulling him away from the metal slugs and towards the doorway.
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"Come on, Winston!"