Nell heard the pounding of footsteps coming down the main alley and heard others—they seemed like they were outside the wall? She angled her head. Sounded like it. Lots of confused sounds, mixed with confused shooting. She used the confusion to make a short dash that took her within sight of the cemetery gate. She crouched down, aware her position wasn’t great if the ordered-back shooters swept the area as they came by. She readied her weapon, though she was less certain of her ability to hit a moving target.
And then they were there, running in a weaving pattern down the center alley, weapons pointed back the way they’d come. They paused twice to loose off a couple of rounds. Crouched once and fired a sustained burst at someone.
She heard a car engine start. That got their attention. Th
