Bab 112: Joining The Society's Lapdogs

Randall's gun shots piercing at the thin air made him jolt from his bed. He's trying to move his joints from the sheets, but it'll be enough to decipher that his body was intact. Randall shook his head inside the dream, and let his feet run faster, but he wasn't able to do it. 

Someone clasped its fingers around his ankles, pulling him down to the reverie. 

Randall wouldn't know what kind of defense he had made, but after he screamed, his eyes opened widely, and a gasp came from the side railing. A woman's voice erupted, reaching his ears, and Randall couldn't recognize it at all. 

His mind has gone occupied for the nth time. With the screaming and several people hugging him to death, it was terrifying. Like the cold breeze enveloping his arms, Randall's skin hair stood on one end, and he shook. Not as terribly, but enough for Louise to know something was wrong. 

Randall turned to another direction, calming himself down.