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I lost Vittore.
I didn't mean to but between the shots fired, running through the back lawn over dead bodies and through the large barricade of men at the front door, I couldn't exactly hold his hand.
The team had split into two... well the ones who weren't dead or injured yet. I was with two other guys as we walked through the sliding glass back door. The two guys split, going down each of the halls, their guns pointed but I went straight for the back staircase that led to the top floor.
There was a guest room up there that my dad never allowed us to go in, saying it was just an empty storage unit. It was a good place to start as any. My steps were slow as I went up the stairs, my gun pointed and my finger ready to pull the trigger.