“Take my keys and run ahead. If I don’t make it, at least one of us will survive,” Dr. Romero instructed.
Jeremy looked stern but understood, handing Romero his flare gun and remaining shells. He took the keys from Romero along with his bat as trade in return.
Jeremy placed a hand on Romero’s shoulder and summoned up all of his will power to look sternly and confidently into Romero’s eyes.
“Fine. You take the flare gun then. I’ll see you soon,” he instructed, nearly commanded, the elderly doctor.
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