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Darcy was suddenly pushed to the ground as a single bullet was fired. She crashed hard and scrapped the skin from mid-forearm to palm on something rough on the metallic floor. The blood seeped and poured out from the large wound creating a river on the floor.

She felt faint at the sight of the blood . . . That's not right . . . Darcy thought dazed . . . She had seen plenty of blood shed and gore since the virus broke out over four months ago and had never so much as batted an eyelid.

She breathed in deeply, trying to regain her equilibrium as she pushed up with both hands, cringing as the pain of the bloody injured arm scurried up her arm and shot pain to her brain. Gotta stop the bleeding . . .

But then her attention was suddenly caught by the words being spoken.

“Richard!? Is that you?”

The women from outside, Darcy thought in panicked shock . . . She knew Richard?

“No . . . It can't be . . .” She heard Richards incredulous words.

The anger, the adrenaline and the jealousy that flamed through her being numbed the unbearable pain of her still heavily bleeding arm as she got to her feet behind Richard.

“You know her?” Darcy questioned him in a disbelieving whisper as blood dripped down her fingers congealing into a small pool on the cold silver floor.