Al was still hunkered down, not sure which way to go and hoping she’d wake up any second.  And, then the woman came from the back and just started shooting.<br/><br/>Al hugged the bar, jerking as the gun fired repeatedly.  She saw the two men jerk as they were struck.  They were ducks in that arcade game and she’d be damned if she bobbed her head up like some SNL skit.  But, staying there seemed like it might not be smart either.<br/><br/>She moved to pop a look over the bar and dropped back in shock.  Too much.  Too much going on.  Too much for her senses to try to catalogue and comprehend.  The animal need to flee rose as fire sprang to life.<br/><br/>Fire.  Really?  Again? Her mind asked as she moved nearly at the same moment that the other man moved.  What was his name?<br/><br/>“Get out.”<br/><br/>The voice rang out, echoing Al’s sentiments exactly and she headed for the opening in the bar.<br/><br/>But the floor looked weird; weirder than a floor covered in the latest fashion of wall-to-wall plush cockroaches should look.<br/><br/>When the thing under the cockroaches grew, she didn’t believe it.  No, she wouldn’t believe it.  “Fuck me,” she muttered, bolting, tripping, rolling.  She hit a warm body and grabbed at the person’s (Leof?) clothes to keep herself upright, and moving forward aimed at the door.<br/><br/>A body was flung past her and she blinked in time to see the girl vampire strike a man...a stranger.  Did she attack him or was she thrown by something...?<br/><br/>Don’t look back, she told herself, pressing forward towards the exit.<br/>