Samantha's car

You scramble up and dash for the cars. You yank Samantha’s door open and jump in, grabbing her keys out of her cupholder. You fumble with them, trying to get them into the ignition. Why’s she have such an old car? Your car is a push start, but your keys are in your room.

Kylie appears, startling you. She jumps into the passenger seat, keeping her head down, but a second later a bullet smashes the windshield, showering you both with glass.

“Oh god! Oh god!” You’re panicking.

“Drive!”

“I can’t!” You can’t stick your head up there to look, and the car is pointed at the house. You can’t just do it blindly. You don’t want to get shot.

“Switch places,” she says as rainwater pours into the car. You awkwardly try to crawl past each other. As you do, your hip bumps into Samantha’s glove box. It pops open, and her registration and a handgun fall to the floor.

You grab the gun, which has pink, camo grips. You don’t know much about guns, but you’ve seen movies!

“Get ready,” Kylie says, starting the car. She’s going to poke her head up to look. What’s she going to do? Try to run Olivia over?

Let Kylie try to drive?

Or stay down and try to ambush Olivia with the gun?

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