+ @cbipsychic
Sarah’s heart JUMPED to her throat at the sound of footsteps. They couldn’t have followed her here. Not so soon. The twelve year old moved double-time, shoving loot into her bag with little discrimination. Whatever she didn’t need or want, she could decide later and toss it. Right now she needed to–
The doorknob turned sooner than she expected. Sarah jerked for stolen pistol and swung it to the doorway just as it came open.
“DON’T MOVE.”













