Liza pushed against Drake, tears streaming down her face. She didn't notice that with every word she spoke, his expression grew paler.
Hunter's Game. The name hit too close to home. Games like this left few survivors. There was no way a weak woman like Debra could last two hours.
She had found a safe zone but ran off to draw fire. Only a stupid person would do something like that.
"Find her!" Drake growled, barely suppressing his anger. "Tear this place apart if you have to, but find Debra."
Liza collapsed to the floor, trembling. She never imagined she'd face something so terrifying in her life. Her world had been perfect, with all the glitz and glamour. She had no idea it could be so dark and horrifying.
"Found her!" someone shouted from upstairs.
Marion appeared, carrying someone in his arms. Debra was draped in his coat, exhaustion etched on her face.
"Debra..." Drake started to move toward her but stopped.
Debra tapped Marion's shoulder. "Put me down. I can walk now."
"Alright." Marion set her down carefully and adjusted the coat around her shoulders.
Liza broke into tears. "Thank God, you're alive."
"What did you just say?" Drake snapped.
Liza ignored him and turned back to Debra. "My clothes are sticky with sweat. I just want a shower and some sleep. Let's get out of this hellhole."
Debra muttered to Marion, "Let's go home."
"Alright." Marion scooped her up without hesitation.
Debra glanced over her shoulder at Drake. "Mr. Lowe, do us a favor and handle the aftermath here. It might take a while, but I'm sure you won't complain."
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