Having never fired a gun before, Julie figured her best bet was to fire as many shots as possible at this bastard and one of them was bound to hit something. She began to squeeze the trigger in rapid succession, the pistol bucking in her hands, and she saw debris break and shatter from the fixture shielding her target. It was a satisfying sight. Only five shots discharged, however, before the firing pin began to fall on an empty chamber, and Julie was suddenly a sitting duck. None of her rounds had found her target.
The bastard leaned out of hiding and Julie watched with wide eyes as he plugged her three times in the chest. She rocked back on her knees, and the next thing she knew she was staring up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe. I'm done for. She lifted her head to take one last look at herself, and to confirm that she did in fact have two holes in her left breast and another on the inside slope of her right breast, before lying flat. I'm really done for. She could feel her damaged heart begin to sputter, and her lungs were filling up with blood. This is so stupid. The gunfight raged on around her, and she thought she heard someone shout, "got 'em!" before she slipped away into oblivion.
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