[center][h2]A [color=lightcoral]Dance[/color] with [color=maroon]Death[/color]: The [color=lightcoral]Pas de Deux[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr]

The next series of events happened so fast that Ana failed to keep up with it all. From her own perspective, the man noticed her, one second, and the next he was bringing his gun up. Not knowing what was going to happen, Ana ducked under the dashboard of the police cruiser just as the man's first two shots whistled by. Whatever he was aiming at, he hit something squishy that eventually fell with a muffled [i]Thud![/i].

While all this was happening, a second shambler managed to catch up to Ana's car and in an event of perhaps sheer unluckiness, the zombie managed to frail just right in its hungered lunge to catch its hand on the backseat's door handle, pop the door open, and as it pulled away, it yanked the door open with it. Greedily, it flung forward and tried crawling towards its tantalizing target. It was stopped dead by a second volley of shots. Ana screamed as her attention had just turned toward her uninvited guest, just in time to see the two bullets pound right into its rotten skull.

In all the excitement, Ana had dropped her sidearm, which was placed delicately on her lap throughout her drive, and lost it when it slide under the pedals of the car. Panicked, Ana remained hunched over as she scrambled to place her own safety net, and bargaining tool, back into her hands before anything or that man came back over. Ana had just managed to grab it and lifted herself back up, so she could peer just over the vehicle's dashboard, hoping to see that the man was still a distance out... But no. She saw him in her peripherals just as she raised her head.

Ana turned to face the man, feeling a bit relieved that he was showing concern for her well being, but she her relief faded as she was now becoming alarmed at the man's tone. [color=lightcoral]"Wh-wha...?"[/color] He didn't even give Ana a chance to respond before he brought his weapon up followed by very aggressively asking the same question twice. Ana dropped her gun in the shock, probably for the better, and rose her hands up in a surrender. [color=lightcoral]"N-no no no!  I am fine! Healthy! Really!"[/color] Ana hastily stumbled over her words, her accent sounded heavy in her panic, rolling her 'r'. [color=lightcoral]"Fucking hell don't shoot me, asshole!"[/color]