Images of guns and shouting flashed through my mind, too quick for me to fully process the memories, but I felt the fear as though it was really happening again right in front of me. I couldn’t look away from one of the girls in the pile of dead, couldn’t stop thinking about how easily that could have been me. Ray might not have used me as a human shield like Lab Rat throwing people in front of him as he ran, but he hadn’t let me go, either. Certainly hadn’t insisted I find somewhere safe to hide, like Breaker had with Jess. A single stray bullet, Crow not noticing I was there until it was too late… countless things could have changed the way last night went and placed me among the bodies piled carelessly against the wall.
