M could hear some of what was happening down there. Even if she could hear it all, though, it would still be pretty much pointless for her in matters of being able to help. Heck, she couldn't even help herself right now.<br/><br/>She was blinded both by the sand and the irrational fear that threatened to make her lose it completely. Still gripping her pistol, she knew the man was right. She wasn't sure how many shots she still had. But she was sure she couldn't count on her luck again.<br/><br/>As she thought, M took a few steps back, not even looking where she was going. All she wanted was to put as much distance as possible between herself and the men. "I may be dead, but I'm taking at least some more of you fuckers with me!", she responded, her courage much more a fabrication than a reality.<br/><br/>The pistol hand was cold due to her fear, and M kept it ready to shoot anything that came too close as she kept walking back. She felt something against her back that caused her to halt. She had finally reached a wall. Her free hand felt it and she found the window she had been close to before.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm dead anyway</span>, she thought, before sliding to the window. She had no idea what she was thinking, as she leaned back. M could only expect the fall would be enough to knock her out, in her current condition, or that someone down there would shoot her and be done with it. As she finally let herself fall, still gripping the pistol, she still murmured a "So long, fuckers". If you're gonna die, do it with some dignity, right?