. 10 .

                                    

                                          
(F/N) didn't know what to do. Chaos erupted around her as Brock, Brian, and Nogla burst into the building and began a fire fight with the attackers. Evan was still struggling with the guy who tackled him; they were rolling over and over, trading punches. 
                          
She couldn't move her left arm and the blood had begun to drip to the floor. More of their enemies dropped down from crates, trying to overwhelm them with numbers. She knew she couldn't just sit still and moved to the side, trying to look inconspicuous. 
                          
Someone grabbed her and brought her into a chokehold, putting pressure on her bullet wound. She let out a pained cry and violently jerked, trying to get free. She was panicking. 
                          
"(F/N)!" She heard Evan shout from wherever he had moved to. His voice calmed her and she remembered her training. With a single breathe, she kicked her leg back and up, connecting perfectly with her aimed spot. Her attacker grunted in pain and released her. She stumbled forward and turned back to face him. 
                          
A gun was pointed in her face. She gasped and felt the fear of death grip her. In a split second, his head was gone and she was drenched in his blood. 
                          
"Come on!" A hand grabbed hers and dragged her toward the door she came in. She silently followed whoever was guiding her, dodging bullets along the way. They burst through the door and out into the night air. It was quieter outside, but the noise of the battle from inside still trickled out. 
                          
"Are you okay?! (F/N)?" She finally looked at whoever had saved her. It was Brock. "Your shoulder!" She still didn't say a word, her mind racing. She had watched a man die in front of her. His head was there, but then it wasn't. She was covered in his blood. "(F/N)?"
                          
Without warning, she crouched to the ground and threw up. Brock shouted something and was rubbing her back, but all she could hear was the sound of the man's head exploding. Tears were falling from her eyes and she let out a shaky cry. She had never seen someone die before, less so in a violent manner. 
                          
"H-he, he had no head." She whimpered, sobbing even harder. She didn't even notice that Brock was tying a torn piece of his shirt around her bullet wound. 
                          
"(F/N), I can't even imagine what may be going through your mind right now, but I have to go back in. You have to get back to the car, ok? You can do it." He helped her to her feet and gave her a push in the direction of the cars. She stumbled forward, but managed to stay up on her feet. 
                          
Still crying, she started running. The was a crackling noise in her ear and Tyler's voice came through the earpiece. 
                          
"(F/N)! What's going on at the warehouse?! We  had just finished up here when we heard gun shots from your guys direction!" She couldn't respond, just let out another cry and kept running. "What's going on, (F/N)?!" 
                          
She made it to the cars and bent over to throw up again. Tyler must have heard her, as he was shouting something about hauling ass to the warehouse she had just ran from. She felt woozy and had to lean up against the car to prevent her from falling on her face. 
                          
"Oh my god, (F/N)!" Anthony and Marcel appeared from the other side of the cars, both panting heavily. They opened the car door and lead her in, laying her down on the backseat. 
                          
"What happened?!" Marcel asked, looking her over. Anthony has gotten a bottle of water and lifted her up so she could take a couple of swigs. She couldn't stop shaking. 
                          
"The w-warehouse, they knew we would be there. People started shooting and the man...his-his head..." She couldn't finish her sentence and began crying again. 
                          
"I'm going to the warehouse, Anthony. Stay here and try to calm (F/N) down, it sounds like she's going into shock." He left the car as Anthony grabbed a bag from the trunk and slid it under her feet, propping them up. 
                          
"Just take slow breathes." He instructed, pushing her back down into a laying position. (F/N) tried to do what he said, her sobs getting quieter. Anthony had somehow procured a piece of fabric and drenched it with water. He placed it gently on her forehead and stroked her hair. It was calming. 
                          
"Start the cars!" (F/N)'s eyes snapped open as she heard Evan's voice. Anthony was out and in the drivers seat within a moment and the others flung the door open. Evan clambered into the passenger seat as Nogla and Brock dragged an unconscious Brian into the back trunk. She didn't have the strength to sit up and see the others get in the other SUV before they were speeding away. 
                          
Evan turned to look back at her, his eyes full of worry. She could see that his nose had been broken and he had a deep gash on his cheek. 
                          
"(F/N), we can't go to the hospital. It's too dangerous for all of us right now. I suspect we have been watched for a while now, seeing as they were ready for us." She didn't say a word, just closed her eyes. She was suddenly exhausted. 
                          
"You gotta stay awake until we get back to the house, alright?" He said gently. Her eye lids felt like lead, but she opened them. "What's your favorite animal?"
                          
"What?" She asked, confused. 
                          
"If I keep you talking, you can't fall asleep." He replied with a small smile. She turned to stare at the ceiling of the car. 
                          
"It's (F/A)." She said after a couple seconds of contemplation. Her mind was taken off the current events for a brief moment as Evan kept asking her random questions. What shoes did she prefer, did she like chocolate ice cream or vanilla, what would she name a dog if she had one. 
                          
Soon enough, the car stopped and they were back in the garage. Evan quickly jumped out and opened the back door, helping her sit up. 
                          
"Almost there." He willed her on as he pulled her out and held her bridal style. She didn't have the strength to argue about how she had her own legs and leaned into his chest. It was too much; her eyes shut and she let the darkness swallow her mind.