Chapter 71 Pop Pop
- Pop! Pop! The explosive sound of a car backfiring jerks me out of sound sleep. My heart hammering, I jackknife up to a sitting position, then clutch at the stitches in my side with a hiss of pain.
- Pop! Pop! Pop! The sound continues, and I freeze. No car backfires like that.
- I’m hearing gunshots. Gunshots and occasional screams.