Kayla Santino

The 3 fuckers drop dead like a domino effect, and I can't be any more proud of my bullets.

Instinctively, I hastily move to the woman to set her free, and she looks at me with sad, grateful brown eyes.

"Hey," I whisper carefully, not to frighten her, and she only stares at me timidly.

I quickly take off my jacket and drape it on her bare body to cover her up.

Men.

"Thank you," she mumbles, cautiously looking at the dead bodies around us, and back at the gun in my hand in ...