The gunshot was a muffled thump against the blood rushing in Sandy's ears.

She was curled over clutching at her missing shoulder as she brought her face up to peer through the mask holes in Pruna and Max's direction...except Max was gone and Sandy was confused in her daze.

It didn't matter though did it? Pruna was OK, Pruna would take care of her, she just had to keep hiding the tears under her mask.