The group of men, who had been pushing their limits, furrowed their brows when they saw Lola standing in the middle of their path.
What is she doing? they wondered.
None of them dared speak a word, conserving their energy just to last a little longer. They had been running for days now, with barely any food or sleep. Even so, if they somehow managed to survive an entire month of this, Atlas would let them off. The chances were low, but they had to take it.
Meanwhile, Lola stood there with her arms spread wide, trying to stop them. Much to her dismay, the men didn’t stop. Instead, they continued jogging, parting in the middle to avoid her and regrouping seamlessly once the last row passed by.
"??"
Confused, Lola turned to watch them continue. "Are they ants?"
She glanced at Allen, who was still drinking his coffee off to the side. He merely shrugged.
Lola scoffed and turned back toward the runners, still blocking the path. She waited, and when they circled around again, she tried once more.
"Stop!" she yelled, but her words floated through the air like a leaf in the wind.
Again, the men split in the middle, ran around her, and regrouped on the other side. This time, she gasped.
"Hey! Didn’t you hear me!?"
But none of them answered or even looked at her. Not a single glance.
"Sir Allen, why aren’t they stopping?" she asked. "And please, don’t just shrug at me."
Allen rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe because they were punished for listening to Scarlet’s orders, even though the big boss gave specific ones? They’re probably not about to make the same mistake twice."
Lola clenched her teeth. "That makes so much damn sense."
Her fiery, conflicted eyes stayed on the group running themselves to death. "Goodness. Are they really just going to die here?"
Her thoughts raced as she bit her lip out of habit. How could she stop these men from running straight into hell? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Every step they take, they get closer to heaven..." she murmured. "...or hell?"
She looked at Allen again, only to see him smiling faintly—half supportive, half amused. He raised his fist in mock encouragement.
I guess I can’t expect an angel out of him, she thought, peeling her eyes away.
As she pondered what to do, the men came around once more. She rubbed her chin while they ran past her like ants again. Just as she was about to come up with a plan, a pair of familiar voices called out.
"Good morning, Mommy~!" Chacha greeted cheerfully, still hugging the plushie her parents won from the amusement park.
"Mommy, what are you doing there?" Second asked, standing beside his sister.
"Mommy, are you pretending to be a barricade?" Chacha added.
Lola’s face twitched at the question as Allen moved to stand near the twins. "Good morning, Little Miss and Little Master," he greeted.
"Good morning, Uncle Allen~!" they chimed before turning their attention back to Lola.
"Actually, I’m trying to stop them," she explained, pointing at the incoming group. "But somehow, they won’t stop. I’m trying to figure out how to make them stop."
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