After bombarding the riverside walls for more than half an hour, Quash ran out of ammo, the other students ran out of patience and shooed him away.
The disrespect was off the charts.
But he didn't mind because his thoughts were elsewhere. He had not found the spot!
"What a scam... now what do I do?"
He asked himself while sitting on the riverbank like an orphan with no parents. He had no ammunition left. And even if he did, the constant bombing sound got on people's nerves, so they wouldn't let him be anyway.
But the most concerning part was that he had literally melted a portion of the 10th floor by bombing it so frequently.
Now he wondered where he should go. After a while, he decided to check the opposite side of the river. Maybe the dudes he had asked lacked knowledge about the entire area, since they were first-years just like him.
