Getting a drink

She makes her way back as the RV rocks. Opening the fridge she reaches for a bottle of water. She unscrews the tip and raised it towards her pink lips...

Suddenly there is a loud bang. “Shit!” Her father shouts as he hits the breaks, forcing the RV to swerve to the left and come crashing to a stop.

Thrown to the ground from the sudden stop of motion, Jessica's water spilled to the floor, but otherwise unharmed. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” her father says, grabbing his shotgun from behind his seat, “Stay here.”

Standing up, he kicks the door open and exits the vehicle.

Jessica quickly climbs to her feet, running back to her bed to grab her gun belt with two holstered pistols. She wraps the belt around her waist before moving back towards the door.

“Dad?” She calls out.