Percy jumped as Kallen's gun went off not far from his ear. It got the gangsters to fall back a little though since they didn't expect the escapees to have guns. It gave them time to set off running again. He didn't even think anything of Kallen grabbing his wrist. His heart pounded too fast to think and the feel of another person grounded his head, made him run with purpose. Otherwise he might have disregarded Kallen's words and just run straight until he hit a wall.

The sound of another bullet echoed behind them and plaster flew off the wall feet away from where the two boys ran. It went far wide, but it had Percy flinching anyway. Shit, shit, shit. The mantra continued to repeat in his head as he pushed his legs harder. They reached the turn in the hall with a few more gunshots peppering the walls around them. Percy skid to the right and bumped into the wall. He glanced back and poked his gun around the corner, firing off a few shots in hopes it would get these creeps off their back, even if he didn't aim. He could hear a few more people running toward them from the front now. Images of kill boxes flashed in his mind.