Just as you were opening your door to go out, Ammo slams backward into the frame, nearly crashing into you. Her white shirt is torn up one shoulder, blood spraying from a fresh bullet wound, bare ass half-exposed. Bullet casings bounce across the hallway behind her while blood spits from the hole in her sleeve.

Move, dumbass—inside, now!

She shoves past you before you can say anything, shoots one of her shooters twice in the chest, then fires again before he can fall, and kicks the door half-closed with her boot.

Should’ve aimed for my head, fucking prick.