She heard the shots before the sound of the engine. Funny how sound propagates; she’d never noticed that before, what with all the background noise of civilization, but now that that was gone…
She held the shotgun over her head and waved so they would know she was alive. When the armored bus with no windshield pulled up next to her, she was still waving. The door cranked open.
“All right, all right; you’re alive, got it. Where you headed?”
“Come with us, you’ll do a lot more babysittin’ than fighting…”
“Fine by me.”
“Well, then, hop on in.”