Liz nodded. She crawled to the kitchen as quickly as she could. She was relieved to have something to do. Once she was in the kitchen looked around for the gun. It was right on the table. She grabbed the gun. She held it awkwardly. She didn't know what she was doing but she was glad to actually be doing something. Liz opened the kitchen door and began firing. She didn't other trying to aim. She knew it wouldn't do any good.