The Treat of a Safe Retreat
He watched the chaos unfold as some people rushed to assist the strangers. Those near the stairs were starting to leave, which he interpreted as the smart move. Weston holstered his pistol and followed Jack and Shenhua down into the basement and out into the tunnel, steadily increasing his speed up to the safe maximum. I'm so glad I didn't take the cans. Canned food was heavy, dried food and paper goods weren't. He wasn't sure how long it would take him to get back home, but there was one thing he was desiring above all others which kept his feet flying. It was resting inside of his sleeping bag, under a friend's watch, and it had thirty rounds. That, and he should probably purchase some grenades if he survived today.