Angel was lying on the ground, listening. Her eyes darted from left, to right. Then the sound of footsteps quietly going across the debris. She looked up to see two people sneaking to a big house. They don't look dead, she thought quietly to herself.
"Hey!" she said a little loud. They looked over at Angel and one rubbed her eyebrows in frustration. Angel ran over, holding her Red-Rider B.B. gun in hand.
"H-hello," Angel said, out of breath.