“f**k you, b***h. We’re taking some food with us!”
“And I said let her go! I f*****g mean it, you motherfucker!”
Karen sees nothing anymore but hears Tracy’s gun bark sharply. She blacks out. The large, dark man slumps to the floor and Karen slides down into a serendipitous pose of sitting up at the edge of the wall where she was pinned. The man under Ally sinks to the floor and lets her off unharmed. The third man just freezes where he is at.
Keeping her pistol trained on the wounded man, Tracy draws near to check on Karen. She is coughing sharply but doesn’t appear conscious.
“Ally, are you alright, girl?”
Ally stumbles out of the kitchen, stepping over the one man’s legs, saying, “Yes, I’m fine. Oh, God, what’s with Karen?”
“This dumbass was choking her,” she iterates her point by
