I snap upright in Storm’s bed. The house is dead quiet. I go to shake Storm, but he’s missing, only an indentation in the mattress to mark his presence. The sheets are still warm. “Storm?” I whisper, standing up and trying to make my way around the room. As I come into the living room I see him naked, rifle poised on his shoulder. “Storm?” “Alice, get down!” There’s a crack in the distance and the living room window explodes. I scream and dive to the ground. Gunfire rips out from the open, bullets impacting the wall to my right and casting debris over the living room as Storm fires. “The bathroom!” he shouts at me. “Run!” I can’t just leave him defenseless like this. “Go!” he screams. My legs kick into gear.
