She took a deep breath, her heart starting to pound against her chest. What were they waiting for? But she knew what they were waiting for. The two at the opening were waiting for the one behind her to get closer. And they were all of them waiting to pounce upon her at once. She gripped the sweat-greased stock of her rifle tightly and eased her finger slowly against the trigger, but paused. “She turns, facing the Terror, which comes buzzing-screaming-sawing-sucking ... but stands, accepting, unafraid, as the Terror shoots through her body.”
They were getting ready, she could feel it. Two shots, she thought, forcing herself to stay focused. One between each of their eyes. Then pivot ... and repeat. “It is over; the Terror gone. She turns to watch it go ...” She began tightening her finger
