result in my brutal murder at the wrinkled hands of old Rita, who I’m wildly disappointed in… She must be far less caring and grandmotherly than I was led to believe.
I stay focused so that I reach the exit just as the herd explodes through the remaining windows. The good news is that the cramped room is far more effective than I could ever be against the crowd. I don’t have to do anything more than watch them trip over tables, chairs, and each other. I could enjoy this with a big bag of popcorn if I didn’t have a Quinn to catch up to. I decide to settle for one last peek at the chaos, then return to trying to find the nearest exit.
Two long hallways and one cheap wooden door later, I’m just in time to catch Quinn leaping across the gap. My timing...
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