Kenleigh
Kenleigh was about to say something to the girl when another voice rang out, causing the girl to jump out of her skin. The reaction reminded Kenleigh of a skittish cat and well, she could say her nerves were on edge. She bit the inside of her mouth, although it was a little too late to stop the bubble of hysteric laughter to creep out of her.
She rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand and stepped backwards, almost walking into the guy. She quickly side-stepped so she was standing beside and behind him before looking at the woman, “You’re the one with the gun, and no, I’m dead.”
Kenleigh didn’t deal with things like this well; she was always sarcastic and blunt. “You’re bleeding.” She stated, looking at the woman. She was older than her but definitely younger than her mum. She watched the blood drip down the woman’s arm and looked away after a moment. She also found it strange she was using the man as a human shield even though he was a complete stranger.
“I’m Kenleigh, by the way.” She said, addressing all of ‘em, trying not to start laughing again.