She didn't see the shooter who got her- was too busy staring down her sights at the bitch behind the entrance-way when the slug smacked into her chest. It was like being pushed hard in the chest and stung by a wasp at the same time: She threw her arms out reflexively, gave a little shout of surprise, not quite realising what had happened. Then the world lurched; the sky and ground changing places, and something smacked her on the back of the head and drove what remained of the air in her lungs out of her lips in a breathy grunt...