I pulled my sister down, ducking both of us behind our car as more gunshots rang out.
"What do we do? What do we do?" My sister breathed, gripping my wrist so tight it would probably bruise.
"I don't know." I whisper, my eyes darting around. "We need to get into better cover."
But how could we get to better cover if we didn't know where the bullets were coming from?
I tensed, head on a swivel. Any moment could be our last. I didn't know where was safe. Where we could go. But whatever we did. We'd need to do it soon. Do it so both of us could make it out alive.
-Inspiration from a dream...nightmare?
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