Karma (The Exodus)

W hy do I have the worst luck? The girl with the gun is the same girl from the parking lot. If I didn’t have my mask on, she’d see the recognition all over my face.

Where was this spunk when her piece-of-shit boyfriend knocked her to the ground earlier? Maybe she ended up getting rid of him and doing a bit of reckless killing on her own. Regardless, I won’t shoot this woman if I can avoid it. She’s been through enough as it is, though she doesn’t look nearly as helpless now as she did this morning. She looks terrifying. Like she should be dressed up and on our side.

I go for my pistol, but she moves the barrel from Adam to me. It’s fucking hot. But it’s also a little scary. Fire licks within her dark irises, as if killing us will solve some age-old curse upon her.

This is not how this night is supposed to go. They aren’t supposed to have the upper hand. Ever. They’re sheep for slaughter. But not this girl. She appears to be a wolf in sheepskin.