Part 28 — Heads or Tails

With a frying pan and a molotov cocktail in his hands, Zap ran outside. Greeting the crowd, he tossed the molotov cocktail. Xin and Azyra behind him ran forward and threw theirs as well. With Blake and Grace in front of the crowd, Zap rushed forward and charged Blake. Grabbing the butcher knife strapped at his back, he threw it towards Blake. With Blake dodging it, barely missing it, Zap reached him and clunked him with the pan. Zap threw the pan towards Grace, crouched down, grabbed Blake's rifle, and began firing.

On the other side, Xin and Azyra were firing their pistols. With eight people down, they grabbed two rifles and began firing.

With more of the crowd down, Zap ran back to the apartment, firing behind him. He grabbed his sniper rifle, opened the window, and began shooting. Shot after shot, he began to finally grow worried—about the authorities. Everyone else in the apartment complex was out at a party far away. There was no-one really nearby. Zap shrugged it off and continued firing. After the last person had been downed, he set the rifle aside and ran out to Xin and Azyra. "Fucking lucky shots," Azyra muttered, glancing at the one single bullet wound on Xin's arm. Azyra had nothing on her except for blood from deciding to use the butcher knife for a bit.

"That's just great," Zap said sarcastically. He looked at Blake and Grace's motionless bodies. He relieved them of their phones and went back to Azyra. "Can't go to the hospital now. Cloth in the bathroom. Please hurry. I need to make a call..." Zap ran back to his house, already dialing a number on his phone."

"Ugh... Xin, I know you'll be fine, but hang on for a bit, okay? We'll be fine soon."

"I sure hope so," Xin groaned. "How the fuck did this even hit me? I didn't go close combat, as I recall."

Azyra gave a nervous laugh. "Well, I'm scarier than you think."

"And I see that now..."