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the weapon. The figure swiftly grabs Justin’s arm, slamming his whole body into the wall with such force that it creates a small crack. In an effortless motion, Justin knees the figure between its legs before using his elbow to drop it to the ground. Once there, the figure reaches out in an attempt to grab the gun next to my feet, which is when I grab it and toss it to Justin, who places it to the figure’s forehead. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulls the trigger, and the character disappears into the same thick gray smoke as the one from yesterday.
    “Hah, I knew it!” I shriek loudly as I point to the area where the man once stood.
    Panting, Justin rises to his feet and places a finger to his lips again. So I press my lips tightly together to try and hide my remaining screams. He carefully peers around the corner, surprised that the other figure has managed to escape. Justin grabs the fire alarm handle and sounds the sirens, allowing us to slip into the stairwell.
    I quickly follow him through the door and halfway down the stairwell, where the other figure is waiting for us. Immediately, he grabs me by the hand and spins me around down over his knee to let a bullet soar past me into the wall. Justin fires back as the figure dodges and continues to shoot at us. Acting as a barrier between me and the bullets, Justin advances us directly toward the figure who finally runs out of ammunition. I watch as Justin takes a swing and connects with the character’s jaw, tossing the figure down the flight of stairs. With one shot left, Justin pulls the trigger as easily as a child would a Nerf gun. The bullet lands between its eyes before the figure puffs into the same smoke its partner left.
    With his gun holding hand, Justin pops the door open, leading us out to the crowd of people who are heading to the parking lot as if there is a real emergency, which I guess they think is a fire.
    Suddenly, the most amazing thing happens, almost as if it had been rehearsed time and time again. Justin lowers the weapon to his side, which is when Peter, who is passing in the opposite direction, slides it into his own possession. Knowing what I learned yesterday about keeping my eye on the object, I watch as Peter slides it into his backpack moments before he bumps into someone else, and the backpack slides from his shoulder to the other person’s. At that moment, I try to keep my eyes on the backpack, but I get confused as the person weaves around the masses of panicking individuals.
    “Come on.” Justin urges as we arrive in the parking lot with his car in sight.
    “But,”
    “I’ll explain later,” he hustles to his car, his keys already out, “but for now, we have to go.”
    Climbing into the car, I quickly buckle my seat belt as Justin whips out of his parking space and out of the back entrance, which leads to a back alley road most people don’t use.
    I open my mouth to ask a question when a white van pops out behind us and behaves as viciously as the motorcycles did. My head spins around as the white van’s doors open and another black figure slides out on its hood. Justin glances in his rearview mirror to see what’s happening, which is when I notice him pulling his tie off but leaving the knot there. The figure hops to the car’s hood moments before the van turns.
    A sharp scream escapes me before Justin commands, “Take the wheel.”
    I stretch my hands over to keep us straight on the back road, while Justin boxes with the figure. Eventually, he wraps his tie around the creature’s neck, holds on with two hands, and slams the breaks, yanking the tie.
    Once the figure disappears, he retakes the wheel, makes a couple of unexpected turns, and lands us back on the main road in traffic.
    Justin tosses his tie on the backseat floor, undoes a couple of buttons, and pulls up to a red light, where he buckles his seat belt. He casually turns to see me staring at him in disbelief. He asks innocently, “What?”
    “What the