The glut of wraiths oozed after her, bunched up the exact way she liked it. Judging from her fight the day before, she didn't have much magic to spare, so she had to make it count. She hoisted the machine gun at her hip, took aim, and—

And a car crashed into her from behind. The breath rushed out her mouth and her gun hurtled out her hands. The back of her skull cracked something hard before she bounced off it and hit the ground, rolling aside to escape being flattened as the car continued like the driver had not noticed he hit something. She landed on all fours, dazed and disoriented, scanning for her gun and locating it not far from her.

(Chapter 2)