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The crunch of baseball bat against skull brought bile to my throat. I scrambled back from the body, hands vibrating from the blow I’d delivered. My butt scraped against the shop floor, snagging on debris left over from the raid. The man stared at me with empty eyes, his mouth parted in an ‘o’ of surprise. What had he expected?
The protective sheet covering me was ripped, hanging off my slender frame. Crap. I’d have to move fast, or I’d burn.
I needed to grab my s**t and leave before more like him showed up. Nowadays, it was impossible to distinguish between those looking to extend a helping hand and those desperate to help themselves.
Was this why dad had insisted on going on the supply run solo for so long? Skirting the body of my attacker, I made for the back of the store. They h
