Dr. NoSleep

She was sitting up, back against the bed.

I put a finger to my ruined lips.

She nodded.

We gotta go!"

Salazar called from downstairs, voice filled with glee.

Blood pooled in my mouth.

I swallowed absently, looking at Emery, who sat next to Tony's body, gripping his head.

There was no time to discuss a plan, no time to get everyone to safety, no time for anything.

Salazar was coming up the stairs, and he had a gun.

I had to assume Robby was with him, although I hadn't heard the man's voice lately.

Looking down at the baseball bat I held, I felt another tsunami wave of panic threatening to obliterate me.

That childish voice in my head wailed, He's got a gun!

A gun!

What are you going to do with a baseball bat against a gun?

Indecision gripped me as I stood in the middle of the bedroom.

Let's finish the rest off and then go, Salazar called.

He was approaching the stairs.

I knew I had to do something, but my mind was too preoccupied by panic.

It took up too much room, blotting out all possibilities.

But through the dirty, debris-strewn wave, I glimpsed something just underneath the surface.