I didn't have much time to dwell on this boring question. The bombing continued, picking up speed until, in the end, the moment my foot left a spot, a deep crater would be blasted right into it.
Apart from the bombardment, out of nowhere snipers would take random shots at me from time to time. The firepower was immense; a mere graze would rip off a massive chunk of flesh, and a direct hit would shatter my very bones right through.
Was I just going to be bombed endlessly like this? Did Number Three really never think of any way to escape during the bombardment?
Chapter 121