Lisa sendzik

“Give me one more line of fire while I carry him out, then you follow.” My words were clipped, breathless. Sandford slid over to the door. “Ready.” He popped into the opening and loosed another burst. I made it halfway across the room when he shouted behind me. “RPG!” The explosion hammered my ears. The wave of heat thrust me toward the door, and I struggled to stay on my feet with Barker on my shoulders. Sandford ran into us, shoving us along even faster. As I turned sideways to fit through the doorway, I caught a glimpse of the front of the house. A wide, dust-filled hole ate up most of the front wall, the space between the door and window gone. My ears rang. I straightened out and ran through a squalid, empty kitchen. We paused at the rear door, and I nodded at it. “You first.” “What?” Sandford banged his left ear with his hand. Grime covered his face. “I can’t hear shit!” Barker’s weight strained my neck and shoulders. “Go!” He must have heard me because he plunged through”
― Jason Brant, Ash