What the fuck's going on out there? Whatever it was, Julie wasn't ready to go dashing out into the middle of a gun fight. Not without a gun, at least. Tom was probably in trouble, and if there was something she could do, Julie wanted to do it, but getting herself shot up would help no one. So she pushed open the restroom door just a crack, just enough to peak out into the lobby and see what she could.
A tough looking boy, not much older than Julie, dressed in baggy pants, a black tank top, and a black bandana, was standing amidst the tables and chairs in the lobby and firing an automatic at someone or something near the front counter. The area in front of the counter was obscured by a wall which ran perpendicular to the lady's restroom, but Julie and Tom's table was in this vicinity, and it was easy to imagine the boy's target.
Julie's heart pounded furiously in her chest. What should she do? Her brain told her to slink back into the restroom and hide, just wait for this nightmare to end, but her gut told her that was the coward's way out. She imagined herself charging out in heroic fashion and tackling the boy, but what if something happened? She was not ready to die. She was too young, and too beautiful.
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