The bald-headed man kept walking, step by step. His eyes had no pity. No smile. No worry. His fists were clenched by his side. His body was calm, but every step sounded like thunder to Jonathan.
Inside the pile of broken bricks, Jonathan couldn't move much. The weight of everything on top of him made his chest feel tight. The dust made it hard to breathe. His face was scraped, and blood was already leaking from his nose again.
He couldn't see anything just darkness, he could only hear the sound of slow, steady footsteps coming closer.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Jonathan clenched his teeth. His head was spinning, but he tried to lift his hand.
Crack, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder like a bolt of lightning.
He hissed through his teeth. "Argh…"
He tried again, this time pushing against the bricks with his elbow. His body shook, the pain wasn't just inside his bones—it was everywhere.
