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“What’s happening?” I croak

“I don’t—”

Soain The lamp beside the bed shatters

“Fuck, so”

Ollie shoves le to breathe

“Rolly” He’s on his feet and running The shots grow closer I lol from the bedroom and into the hallway Once there I scramble on my hands and knees to the bedroom In the doorway I cry out as fire explodes inwith a red stain

“Quinn”

I glance over to the side of the bed where Ollie has his arms wrapped around Rolly

“I’ pressure to the flesh wound I’ve been nicked, but my main concern is Rolly

The tinkle of breaking glass thrustscloser

“Get in the closet,” Ollie says We run for the closed-off space as bullets continue to whizz by

I fall back on my butt, and he shoves Rolly into do but wait The police hborhood is quiet, and the sense of cohtknit I rock back and forth as the shots continue, hissing when another streak of fire hits me from the back My eyes water and Rolly cries out in pain The shots are so close together it sounds like thunder Debris hits the ground, and the s stops The silence isthan the chaos Tires squeal out Stickiness coats my body

“Quinn,” Ollie barks

I blink up at hihtly confused

“OhRolly?”