Shit. That was the first thought through Alanna’s head as she looked down to see the dot on her chest. The second thought was how? No one new her here but she didn’t have time to wonder yet. No time to grab a jacket either; duck. The bullet flew just over the poof of her hair but there had to be eyes still on her. She had to get to the tunnels. Another bullet just brushed by the sleeve of her shirt as she dodged it again. Alanna slipped into her bathroom, then the shower where she seemed to disappear. She flipped a switch, turning on a string of Christmas lights going down the tunnel. Al found the trap door that led to the laundry room in her building and hopped down.