Chapter 6 Addendum
The back of the SUV became eerily quiet. The last real sound was that of Jeremiah sliding the bolt back on the assault rifle, the metal resonating. One of the bottles of blood had broken during the crash. Regan could smell its contents through the casing. Was there a vampire saying for crying over spilt blood?
Shaking her head to focus it, she looked back at the case. Nervously she reached out for the gleaming steel of the samurai blade. Simple and elegant she could handle that. If Arya Stark could master swordsmanship in three episodes, she should at least be able to manage to defend herself. She paused. For a moment she thought maybe it was over, that the hunters had done their damage. She looked out the back window.
Several rapid gunshots caused her to duck again, leaving white crack marks on the bulletproof glass where they had struck.
“Screw that,” she muttered and grabbed one of the handguns, reaching at the same time for the clip of ammunition resting below it. She lined up the clip with the opening in the base of the grip and slid it home.
She was going to fight fire with fire.
Our story continues into Chapter 7