She knew they've got her and she was too weak to even try to survive.
Hell, all her fighting instincts were out the window.
She closed her eyes, tears stained her cheeks as she heard the footsteps pace closer.
Mom.
Kent.
Daven.
This poor old woman.
Everyone was endangered because of her.
What is the point of fighting?
By the time the person was close enough to grab her, she was ready to go.
But instead of a stab, or a bullet going through her, the person spinned her around and hugged her tightly.
"Daven," she cried in his arms as his scent enveloped her.
"They killed her!" She managed to cough.
"And they are coming for you!" he said, pulling back to stare at her.
"I'm glad you're okay!" he exclaimed, holding his gun firmly on his right hand, ready to shoot if needed.
Adriana couldn't utter a word.
She was still in shock.