[I]Fuck![/I]

Amelia immediately pushed her back against the tree and closed her eyes when she heard voice confirmation that her bullet had hit someone else instead of Marcel. But of course, that bastard was a living rabbit's foot.

In the moments that followed, a mix of bullets and chunks of tree bark started to fly around Amelia without warning. She did the only thing she could do: cover her head and crouch down as close to the ground as possible. Even though it felt like an eternity to the woman, the gunfire eventually slowed down a bit. She saw her chance in that moment, and even though it was risky, she knew that she would have to make her move then.

After making sure that her gun was tightly secured on her waistline, Amelia hurriedly put some distance between her and Marcel's gang. But she wasn't going fast enough to blindly run into some tree branch; she knew better than that. Instead, she maintained a steady pace as her eyes finished adjusting to the darkness that moments before had been interrupted by the muzzle flash from her gun.