Zaire's Point Of View
'Gaaahh!... Getting shot hurts like a bitch! Ugh... Fuck my life...'
"Zaire? How are you holding up, brother?" Dominic asked, worried.
"I'll live... Though, I'm not exactly happy about it... Who the fuck are these new assholes?!" I exclaimed, exasperated.
Just after we had split into two teams, the dubious army positioned in the foyer had suddenly swarmed the hallway, en masse. Due to our teams repositioning ourselves in preparation for our distraction strategy, we had been effectively cut off from each other, after the enemy's forces started to flood through the middle of the hallway as well.
Even though we were severely outnumbered, we were still able to hold our ground, impressively contending with their forces nonetheless. The secondary team on the right side of the hall, was smaller than our own, since we were now positioned on the left alongside Bellamy's team.
