It felt like an explosion...not a real one, but there was just so much noise
all of a sudden--someone shouting, screaming for something to get off of them, and then...
...the gunshot. Which really did
sound like an explosion, funnily enough.
Celeste screamed, unable to help herself, and fell to the ground on her rear end, hammer falling with a heavy thud
beside her. "Oh, Jesus fuck!"
For a few seconds, she held stock-still, expecting...she didn't know what. Bright lights? Fires of Hell? Utter blackness? The scenery didn't change, but there was a slight ringing in her ears, and she felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it wanted to escape. Her fingers dug into the ground. She was still alive...the shot didn't hit her, but...
Not wanting to stick around to see who it was shooting, to see if anyone was hurt, and there was no way in Hell
she was waiting around to see if the shooter had any more bullets. Scrambling backwards before turning around and running, Celeste ran closer to Kayla, who'd already grabbed her stuff.
"We should get out of here. Someone is shooting."
"How the fuck
can you sound so calm?!" Celeste snapped as she grabbed her duffel, sounding more panicked than angry, truly afraid for the first time since she'd arrived on the island. Grabbing Kayla's hand, the one that wasn't holding the weapon or the strap of her bag, Celeste ran for it--
--leaving the sledgehammer behind in her panic. Celeste didn't think about it, too eager to get out of there.
((Celeste Beaumont and Kayla Portman continued in The Gods Hate Us.