Whimpering and crying, Danielle was still dragging her gut-shot body across the blood-streaked flag-stones as Carrie bounded past her. The killer, a plain-looking thing in a dark jacket, skirt and black boots, coughed and twitched a little, but made no effort to rise or reach for her fallen pistol.
"Come on!" panted Carrie, "We're at the top! We're almost there!"
Shots came at her, a bullet passing close enough to twitch her hair as she cleared the top of the stairs. She turned, firing, sent another black-clad figure stumbling back towards an ornamental planter.
Keep going, she told herself, high on adrenaline. How many of these fuckers had she dropped now? She'd stopped counting- it was like being a heroine in an action film. There couldn't be many of them left.
"We've got them on the run!" she grinned, and she turned around the corner of the stair-well and began to hurry towards the entrance to the upper courtyard. Almost there!
She didn't see the shooter in the entrance until it was too late: The woman's shot punched into her chest and sent her reeling back with a shrill scream. The sky lurched and changed places with the ground; the shock of her head hitting the hard ground the last thing she felt.
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