Leva carried Anna to the door. The eight-year-old girl was heavy enough but moving through the stopped time made carrying her almost impossible. Worse, bullets hung in the air like spinning death. Leva tried to slip herself and the young girl through the open space, but doing so brought her in the path of the bullet. She barely touched the tiny fragment of metal that hung suspended but doing so connected with an agonizing pain.
Leva dropped Anna and grabbed her arm, gasping. The difficulty breathing when time was stopped seemed to magnify the hurt and her head spun. Panting grew worse and her vision began to black out. Leva rolled onto her stomach and started to lose consciousness.