Using the kitchen counter as cover, Ellie shifted the muzzle from one pass to the next. And planned to shoot at everything that moves. She did not have to wait long: there was a noise from the dining room, someone knocked over a chair there.
Ellie pointed her gun at where she heard the sounds, making sure her body was hidden behind the table in the centre of the kitchen. She placed the hands holding the weapon on the tabletop to keep them from shaking. She was trembling, frightened, and she had just stabbed a man.
Ellie pushed these thoughts away from her, realizing that they would make her lose her composure. She did not have time to analyze her actions, trying to survive.
The man with the gun danced into the kitchen as if he had no worries in the world at all. However, that all evapor
