Every sense of joy vanished from the young man's face. It couldn't be. Had that old man gone to blow the horn?
A third blast was unheard of. He looked at others, especially the face of the girl who was their leader and saw fear in her eyes.
Fear? Why was she afraid?! She said the third horn blast didn't exist. Seeing this, the young man bolted for the ladder, his heart pounding hard.
But before he could grab it, the girl slammed her entire body into him, throwing him to the other side as she swiftly climbed the ladder.
His eyes widened. He sprung to his feet, slamming his shoulder against his comrade and grabbing the ladder but the huge man with dreadlocks held it, glaring at him.
Clenching his teeth, the young man looked up, seeing the girl had already reached the top. He retreated, allowing the huge man to ascend, then followed right after.
