The exhaustion that had been weighing down every muscle in my body vanished the second a bullet screamed past my head.
The sound was so close it almost felt physical.
A violent crack.
Then concrete exploded somewhere behind me.
Oh, shit.
This is real.
Not that I hadn't known before.
Not that I hadn't spent months surviving impossible situations.
But there was something different about watching a gun aimed directly at you.
Something primal.
Something that reminded your body exactly how fragile it was.
"Move!"
Aubrey grabbed my shoulder.
The three of us dove behind an overturned table just as another burst of gunfire tore through the room.
Wood splintered.
Metal screamed.
Terri yelped as fragments sprayed over us.
The table shook under the impact.
I pressed my back against it, breathing hard.
The situation wasn't good.
Actually, it was terrible.
The exits were covered.
Every hallway we'd considered using was now occupied.
