“You’ll kill us all!” Erin cried, but her words were lost when . . .

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Suddenly every gun—and there were now at least a dozen—opened fire.

Justin pushed Erin to the ground as bullets struck him again and again, round after round, all pinging and screeching away, deflected by his armored flesh. He barely felt them, they might as well have been Ping-Pong balls. But the noise was deafening, far louder in real life than movies or TV could convey.


Monster, Chapter 11