Pete waved at them as he ran to the wall grabbing two more bottles and a glass beaker to mix them in. The door frame keeping them temporarily safe was shaking like crazy. There were precious moments left before those doors were no longer attached. Ellie checked the windows and beneath them before opening the window all the way. There was no one or thing to be seen anywhere and she was okay with that because at the moment she wasn’t sure if she would be able to fire off a round from her gun without causing some sort of explosion that would surely kill them all. Joe didn’t wait, once he saw it was clear he started lifting the kids up, all but Joey, as quickly as he could. They made their way out, disappearing through the smoked glass. Pete was doing everything he could to be patient enough to wait but he could feel his balls in his throat and that wasn’t somewhere he wanted them to be.
Ellie landed hard on the ground, the windows opened inwards and were small. She wasn’t a big girl by any means but anyone trying to get out of there would not be comfortable. Yassa slipped out like a snake, not having any trouble. Joey and Joe were the last ones to attempt to make their way out. Neither of them really had any choice and Joey wasn’t shy about how big he was. He knew damn well that he could not fit. Joey yelled, “Watch out on the other side guys, we aren’t going to fit.”
Ellie and Kya moved to the side. Yassa for whatever reason paid no attention and received a valuable lesson when a kid with a baseball bat said that he couldn’t fit that you should probably listen. A shower of glass pelted him in the rear of his head and neck. He could feel little drops of blood roll down the rear of his neck and when he walked forward shards of glass fell from his shoulders. Joey climbed out first using a desk followed by Joe.
Pete looked like he was going to have a heart attack. As Joe slid out doing his best to not get cut on any shards of glass he yelled to Pete, “Do whatever you need to kid, and get your ass out of here.”
Pete yelled, “Get your ass out of here now so I can leave. The door is coming off at the jambs, damn it!”
Joe disappeared, meeting Joey on the other side. Joey looked at a very perturbed Yassa who was touching the back of his neck and looking down at fresh blood. Yassa who didn’t have a problem yelling at people but not typically ever at Joey if it could be avoided screamed at the top of his lungs. He didn’t seem to care or think about those that were walking around looking for a fresh meal, regardless of how skinny he was. Yassa yelled, “Joey, how ‘bout a lil fucking warning next time. What the hell were you thinking?”
“What part of watch out we aren’t gonna fit, did you not understand?” Ellie snapped, coming instantly to Joey’s defense.
“Well, I didn’t hear him!”
“That’s more on you than Joey, isn’t it?”
Yassa took a calming breath trying to keep his shit together. He shrugged thinking fuck it, there wasn’t anything he was going to be able to do about it. He already felt bad for snapping at a kid as sweet as Joey. He felt a million times worse when he saw Joey’s face and tears that he was fighting his best to try and keep from allowing to roll down his round cheeks. Joey to make matters worse tore off a piece of his undershirt handing it over and said, “You can use this for the blood, Mr. Yassa. I’ll try and be more careful in the future.”
Yassa eagerly took the offering. He wouldn’t be able to handle anything else to make the kid feel bad. He ignored the fact that the shirt was more than damp from sweat, and given the circumstances he couldn’t blame anyone for that. Yassa didn’t hesitate this time and said, “I’ll try to listen better and to keep my head out of my ass.”
Joey smiled at that, the idea of Yassa with his head up his butt was the literal picture he took it as. Yassa patted the boy on the back, trying to do a repair job on the shit show he’d created. Joey took that as a sign that he wasn’t mad any longer and crushed him in his arms, pulling him up and squeezing.
Yassa did his best to say something, with a lack of air he definitely found it difficult. Yassa managed to say, “Sorry buddy, I’m sorry but I can’t breathe.”
Joey let him down and Yassa had to focus afterwards to take in a deep breath and Joey wiped what was left of his tears. Pete had been so focused on his part of what was going on that he had not heard anything transpiring outside. He was focused as could be and carefully poured the two chemicals together taking his time. The idea of doing this incorrectly could mean having it ignite prematurely. It wouldn’t be an issue if there wasn’t an entire room that by now he could only assume was probably filled to the brim with explosive gas. A side effect to that important fact was he felt like he had drank the better part of a twenty-four pack of beer, which he knew that at his weight would surely kill him or have him hugging on for dear life to the porcelain queen in the bathroom. Pete shook the fog out of his head the best that he could. After a few seconds he realized quicker than later would be ideal.
The door being
