Kurt swallowed hard, and his head jerked up when his dad patted him on the shoulder. He glanced back at them, only for a second, before looking back up the hallway. And shit, they were moving. He popped the shells out of the gun and fumbled to load more bullets into it as he started forward.
"Come on, come on," he murmured, half to himself and half to the other two as they began to move down the hall. If they moved fast, they could get past them no problem. The question was if they could move fast enough.