Finally, after waving a guard to lock the gates with the key that Marcus left on the ground, Jericho turned toward me.
We walked to our corner of the station, where Marcus had already led the injured soldiers and quietly offered them the first aid we had scavenged from the ruined mall.
Before reaching our corner, I, like before, glanced at the old man.
That enraging, nerve-flaring smile was absent from his lips this time. Instead, he glared at me with trembling red eyes that conveyed the extent of the rage he barely held him.
Seeing this, I scoffed.
Cry about it.
I smirked.
The old man froze, visibly quivering.
I almost laughed.
Aight, quit the rage bait, Dustin.
I turned.
"A fresh out of water kid like you... You think you can humiliate me?" The boss spoke with a low, venomous voice.
I paused, blinking.
What did he call me?
Jericho, who now stood where Marcus wrapped a bandage around a soldier's arms, turned to face me. "Just ignore him."
I sighed.
Yeah, he's right.
