Myres povSweat dripped down from his forehead as he ran alongside Naomi through the corridors, his eyes darting anxiously around every corner. The sound of gunshots and shattering glass made it hard to hear their footsteps.Naomi struggled to free her hands from his grasp, her face twisted in frustration. "Do you want to get killed, girl? Why are you refusing to run?" he asked angrily, his brow furrowed."I'm not refusing," Naomi shot back, her voice laced with anger and her eyes flashing. "You're supposed to be out there with the rest of the gang as their leader, not here running away like a coward."Myres' expression turned desperate."Naomi, I think you're forgetting something," he said, his voice trembling."What's that, Robert?" Naomi asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.Myres hesitated before speaking."Exactly that – I'm not Robert," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper and his eyes downcast. "I'm Myres, a medical doctor. I save people, not kill them. That's what you're
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