Danica couldn't keep quiet that time, the stab of fear in her gut and the pain too much for her to keep in. Her scream was filled with anger though and she grabbed her arm, could already feel the blood pouring out. It was a fucking ambush.

Panting, she turned, confused and lost, two things she'd never admit to herself, let alone anyone else. Her mouth was dry from sucking in air.

"Son of a bitch!" The gun shook a little in her hand from the strain of holding it up. Part of her expected her biceps to fall the fuck out of her arms. They burned. Her gaze darted everywhere at once.