Fuzzy Navel

BAM!

The shot doesn’t come from Alex. It comes from behind them.

Jack.

The cop is only twenty yards away, jogging over with a huge handgun pointing in their direction.

Alex does a diving roll, then tears off into the woods, leaving the shotgun behind.

Phin crawls to the shotgun, pumps it with the butt on the ground, and fires it into the darkness after Alex. Jack staggers up behind him. She’s panting.

“She’s unarmed,” he tells her. “You can go after her.”

“No ammo,” Jack says.

“Take the shotgun.”

Jack reaches for it, goes wiggly, and collapses right onto Phin’s lap.