Apocalypse

Too close

I slowly approach Amanda, trying not to scare her. I saw she had a gun in her belt - I didn't want her to react by pointing it at my face, did I?

"Amanda?" I ask with a smooth, calm tone.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" She hissed, hand on her belt and ready to hold me at gunpoint.

"I came searching for you.."

"And why would you do that?"
She questioned, laying a pointy reckoning up to my throat without any hesitation.

After a short session of several stares and dirty looks, she scoffs - possibly realising I was here on Blane's behalf. She laughs in a sarcastic tone and retraces back to where she was originally walking to.

"WATCH OUT!" I scream, pointing to the goon I met with earlier who was now running at her full-force. I sprint over to the scene, pushing Amanda out of harm's way and pulling her down the hall with me.

"Thank me later, we gotta run!"
I pant as Amanda stares at me in total guilt. I could see she was regretting threatening me with a blade just a few moments back.
I steal the gun out of the belt around her waist since rummaging through my bag would be a time-waste. I swiftly aim at it's head, missing every bullet.

I knew I couldn't aim very well whilst running. Instead, I pause in my tracks, re-aiming at the head.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HE'LL FLATTEN YOU IF YOU STAND THERE LIKE THAT!"

But I ignored her, focusing my aim. I shoot several times but no effect. The goon got closer and closer to me. I thought I was dead meat at this point but I continued shooting. I realised amanda had ran away back into the lift. I blanked the thought and focused back on the gun. Eventually, it dropped to its knees, blood spewing out if its head - creating a pool of crimson around me. I stared down at my feet, where the goon layed. That was so close..

too close.