#4 The Soldier
I lift my head and almost instantly I feel the air move beside my head and the bullet embeds itself in the wall behind me.
I duck back down, my hands gripping my gun tightly, palms sweating.
In my mind I see the twins playing together in the back garden, their laughter, which is more infectious than any virus, echoes through my head, drowning out the chaos and explosions around me.
I see Alice sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping coffee, smiling and watching them.
I blink the tears from my eyes, take a deep breath and prepare to run.