Everybody ignored the order to keep calm and orderly—they were all running down the metal corridors as fast as they could. The navy crew pushed each other aside to try and get to the other end of the corridors as fast as possible, only caring about themselves.
Luckily for Oliver and Joseph they were able to pick up on the early warning signs and was able to stay ahead of the pack.
“What’s the plan, Joe?” Oliver questioned between breaths.
“We make it to my quarters. I might have a plan,” Joseph answered, glancing at Oliver for a moment.
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