After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
The shots echoed in my ears, everything happened so fast.
Before anybody could react, Kimber fired the first shot and hit Thomas in the shoulder, who promptly stumbled backwards, right into my arms.
I didn't think about my next steps. It was as if my body reacted on instinct. In the matter of a second or two, I let go of Tommy's arms, rushed forwards and pushed Danny to the ground. Said man had already been hit in the stomach once at this point, but was still alive, the hit wasn't critical.
The air was filled with screams and gunpowder and somewhere in the distance I could hear Ada screaming at Tommy. Freddie was shouting at them not to shoot. Somewhere in the mess I could fathom Arthurs voice, trying to get through to Tommy, nobody was paying attention to dying Danny.
"Stay down, you're alright."
I was afraid that if I just raised my head by an inch, I might get shot as well. For a moment the fire subsided and laughter was filling the deafening silence.
Kimber was foolish enough to turn his back on Thomas Shelby and had the audacity to laugh about killing the wrong man. However the next second karma got him right back. One last shot echoed through Garrison lane that morning, and Kimbers limp body hit the ground.
The scent of blood entered my nostrils, pulling me back into reality. Danny was still lying beneath me on the road, the cotton of his shirt slowly turning crimson.
"Shit."
Completely handling on instinct I took off my belt and wrapped it around his Torso, above the bullet wound, before using my coat to put pressure on the wound.
"Ok Danny, I need you to press down on this for me, doesn't matter how much it hurts, don't stop pressing."
Suddenly Scudboat and Curly were by my side, looking at me expectantly.
"I need you to bring him into the Garrison, lay him on a table. Charlie, I need you to bring me a compression bandage, as well as a pair of tweezers and as soon as I'm done with him, we need to get him to an actual hospital."
All of the men immediately complied with my orders and for a second I just sat there in the dirt, looking at my bloody hands. What the hell has my life turned into?
