Ambrose
I stumble into the safe room, locking it up behind me in case they come in. There are four of them around my property. I took some of them down, but I don’t know how many or how much damage I caused. The blood pours from my arm, the pain excruciating. Luckily, the only bullet that hit me was through and through. It shouldn’t be life-threatening. It hasn’t hit any deadly arteries.
Sierra rushes from behind the sofa straight to me. “Oh my God, are you okay? I was so worried. Wait, were you shot? We need to get you medical care.” She panics, staring at the blood I am covered in.
“I am fine. It is only my arm. It went in and out. I don’t need medical care. They would ask too many questions.”
“I don’t care if they will ask too many questions, you have been shot, Ambrose.” She whi
