Jolie pov

The first bullet punched through the compound wall three feet from my head.

I dropped to the ground. Dust and concrete chips rained down on my hair. My palms scraped against rough gravel as the sharp smell of gunpowder filled my nose.

Doc grabbed my arm and hauled me toward the medical building as gunfire erupted across the compound. Each shot cracked through the air as my ears rang.

"Stay low." He shoved me through the door.

Inside, the medical building smelled like antiseptic and ...