"We won't die," Gwen cut her off. "Just cover me."
Colette didn't know whether to laugh or punch her. Instead, she focused on thinning out their attackers as much as she could while Gwen pushed forward with clean, brutal efficiency.
The corridor seemed endless as they fought their way toward freedom—or what passed for freedom when surrounded by regenerating monsters hellbent on ripping them apart. Colette's frustration mounted with each passing second as she realized how little progress they were making.
Her gun clicked empty again after what felt like hours of firing nonstop.
"Gwen!" she barked while fumbling for another reload. "Out of bullets over here!"
"Switch to Plan B," Gwen replied without looking back.
"What the fuck is Plan B?"