ANGIE
Angie entered the back door with her Auto Assault 12 shotgun loaded and aimed ahead. She heard shooting from the front entrance and went there first. The instant she left the kitchen, a woman stepped into the foyer with a rifle aimed her way. Angie shot first.
Bumpf-Bumpf!
Bumpf-Bumpf!The AA12 didn’t use black powder to launch its deadly rounds; it used compressed gas. Its blast was softer and hardly sounded like a gunshot. The woman’s abdomen opened wide as the bullets tore sizable holes in her. She backpedaled out of the house and fell off the porch, black blood spattering everywhere. Angie kept a close eye on the open doorway, moving toward it with caution. Just before she reached the stairs, an identical woman stepped through the doorway, armed and ready. For whatever reason,
