Chapter 92

• I woke up to the sound of a gunshot.
• I slowly cracked my eyes open, a set of seven people were a few paces before us. The view from outside the car is now telling me I’m no longer on the plane. The light of the car tells me they were all men judging by the way they stalked towards us.
• To my left, Tyler’s face remained calm—deadly calm. One that he often wears before he indulges into a full battle stunt. His face is wholly painted to what most people call as the ‘calm before the storm’.