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Hearing a gunshot from the men's dormitory, Gideon tensed, and his face grew even more somber. He would have to return there anyway, and if there was still a chance to interrupt this nightmarish spectacle, catch the culprit, and prevent further casualties, he should run now. However, he was stopped by Duncan's order. Watching the old general lumber and awkwardly waddle towards the door at the limit of his speed, the young man thought that by the time he got there, there might only be corpses left. But it seemed he would have to stay here and wait for the outcome.
A minute passed, then another... Gideon sat on a stool, staring at the empty space where Duncan had been. He felt like a prisoner awaiting the continuation of his interrogation. How could he have ended up in this situation? This was wrong. And his patience was gradually running out. He was not a prisoner, and no one was guarding or watching over him in this room. Although, perhaps he shouldn't leave. But still, he needed to do something to understand what was happening.
I'm not entirely sure where I am, but if there's a window, I'll look out of it and listen to the sounds outside; if not, I'll listen at the door.
A minute passed, then another... Gideon sat on a stool, staring at the empty space where Duncan had been. He felt like a prisoner awaiting the continuation of his interrogation. How could he have ended up in this situation? This was wrong. And his patience was gradually running out. He was not a prisoner, and no one was guarding or watching over him in this room. Although, perhaps he shouldn't leave. But still, he needed to do something to understand what was happening.
I'm not entirely sure where I am, but if there's a window, I'll look out of it and listen to the sounds outside; if not, I'll listen at the door.