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He stepped back. Fumbling his feet around the dead spider monster. Barely managing to stay standing as he stumbled back into stable footing. Nearly dropping the gun in the process. I took another step forward, and he squeezed the trigger again. 

Missing me entirely. Pain was searing into my side, and my burned hand throbbed painfully. I was in no real condition to take another shot, but I couldn't stop myself from taking another step forward. I wanted so very badly to kill the man in front of me for hurting me. He stumbled back even further, and fell on the dead spider. 

My dagger came up, and blocked an attack that came from behind. 

"What are you doing?" the attacker snapped angrily. 

I looked over my shoulder, and one of my eyes locked onto him. Logic was coming back to my mind. I couldn't fight all of them. I needed to leave. They weren't going to listen to me in this situation. 

I was the only one still standing. Boss boy was badly beaten, and his lacky was so scared he couldn't shoot straight. He wouldn't pick up on the more subtle things until he wasn't under the haze of adrenaline. Like the fact that boss boy had his dick out, and that I was actually in worse shape then both men after being slammed into a shelf. I was partially undressed. 

My shirt was torn, and my bra had been pushed down so my breast was still visible. That was just what was clearly visible. I dodged around him before he could react. Knocking the blade from his hand as I passed. I slipped through his defenses, and ran towards the back of the store. 

Moving hurt, and the pain was making my vision blur. I knew there was a fire door in the back, and that door led to a smaller separate parking lot that that wouldn't be visible from the regular lot. I slammed into the remaining intact back room door. My legs were shaking, and it was hard to keep myself up. I was running on adrenaline, and luck. 

The fire door was ripped off it's hinges, and the room was stuffed with overturned pallets of goods. This place had received a delivery right before shit went down. They'd have to come back to get the rest. I stumbled through the door, and down the ramp. Tripping over a few scattered empty pallets as I ran. 

I turned towards the field. It meant I'd be running up hill. Through a large amount of sticker bushes, but I wouldn't be visible from the road, and it would be hard for them to follow me. I lashed out with my dagger. Carving a path through the thorned bushes. 

I kept on rushing through the stickers. Having pieces cut out of me as the thorns dug in to whatever they could reach. I stumbled. Falling on the vines I'd previously cut down. My body was wracked with so much pain that I hardly noticed. 

I cleared the stickers, and fell in the grass. I was relieved. Finally clear of the thorns. I ran up the hill. Moving to the side so I could cut around the lumber yard that was up the hill. 

Aiming for the side of the road that had more houses. They wouldn't want to go there because they wouldn't be able to see their enemies coming. I ended up in the middle of the road, and I didn't know how I was still running. My body was in poor shape, and my head was swimming. Now that the bloodlust had faded I felt as if I was heavy. 

I was too heavy to run anymore. I stumbled to my knees. Gripping my side as I slowly realized that I had been shot. The felt out all the pain in my body. Allowing myself to feel each injury one by one. 

My left breast was bruised from boss boy's grip. There was pain in my shoulder. I reached up to feel the wound. It was circular. The weak little fucker bit me. 

Then there was the numerous little cuts, and bruises from slamming my way through the stickers. Then I could focus on the wound in my side. It burned through my gut to the other side of my body. It had gone through me. Clean through. 

That meant I'd be fine as long as I stopped the bleeding. There wasn't a bullet to fish out. I pulled my shirt down, and tightened it around the wound as tight as I could get it. When I couldn't knot it I cut it then knotted it tight as I could. Then I got back up, and kept going. 

Stopping wasn't an option right now. The pain of shoving a dirty shirt into my wounds had been enough to give me another shot of adrenaline. I was glad I hadn't been attacked by any monsters so far. I could sense that there were some in the neighborhood. Some of them had taken notice of me, and were headed in my direction. 

I sped up. I had to. They were gaining on me, and soon they would be on me. I didn't have enough energy to fight. I was barely standing. 

I turned, and went into the nearest house. If I couldn't get away from them then I needed to slow them down. They could only enter a house one at a time. I rushed further into the house. Leaving the door standing open to invite them in through the front door. 

Windows wouldn't exactly stop them so I gave them another option that was easier. I rushed down the hall, and slipped into the smallest room I could find that didn't have windows. That room was a closet or cupboard just off the kitchen. It was full of random coats, and had a vacuum as well as a few other knick knacks. Those knick knacks were annoying, but they didn't restrict my movement much.