"Some people know already.

We heard them talking."

She motioned to the soldiers.

"So if some of us start running,

there'll be a stampede.

If we don't run,

most of us will die."

She looked ahead towards the bridge.

We were nearing it.

"Hold on tight to your bag.

Or drop it now. 

You don't want it holding you back."

There was a buzz of a radio.

My knuckles were white.

"Don't trip."

The gates began to creak open.

"Sumin... are you sure?"

"Just run."