All Of Us Are Dead
She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing.
I couldn’t breathe.
I Could Not Breathe.
“What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!”
Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me.
“Bad timing,” he told me quietly.
“Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!”
He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”