[Overview] [Act 1, Scene 9] [Act 2, Scene 11]

Present…

I jump over the bed like a stoned action hero that retired long ago, rolling over the hard mattress and falling to the ground on the other side.

Sarah’s eyes follow my stunt in disbelief.

Then the first bullets break the glass and punch through the cheap wood of the door.

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Cowering next to the bed, thinking about how I’m supposed to be praying right now, I see between the legs of the bed Sarah fallen to the floor. Can’t see if she got hit by a bullet. Not that I want her to die or anything, but right now, I’d say she’d had it coming. Then she gets up (thank God), swearing up a shit-storm. Outside, more guns are being fired, and more bullets carve their way through the wall and front door. I push myself up to the bed, but duck again quickly as a stray bullet lands in the fabric close to me. Lucky one.

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