While Peter ran down the corridor, he silently collected himself enough to make a decision, Agnes had to die. Slowing down, Peter opened the gigantic double doors and stepped back onto the field. A hard wind slapped him in the face as soon as he exited causing goose bumps to jump up from underneath his skin. His attention immediately snapped to the security camera’s staring at him, mocking him. Peter’s honey coloured eyes started searching the lens, not sure of what he was looking for and he would’ve kept looking if it wasn’t for the sound of a gun.
