"Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"We sure dodged a bullet, huh?"
"Yeah," grunted Shannon. "Literally."
Max laughed and used the hem of her jacket to wipe the blood off Shannon's face. Luckily, the cut was very small, and it would clot soon. The two of them propped their weary bodies up against a dilapidated wall and passed a canteen between them.
"How long before the next assault?"
"Who knows. Hours? Minutes? Seconds?"