At the mercy of the hailing bullets, Goldy pushes herself up and makes a dart across the corridor, towards the last cover she remembers seeing before the lights came back on—or went out, as the case may be.

Halfway across, she stumbles and cries out.

She collapses limply and ends up skidding behind the water cooler she was aiming for, carried there by her last bit of momentum. There she lies for now, not visibly bleeding, but bundled up against the wall, quite motionless. A few rogue bullets puncture the inverted cooler jug, and fountains of water start to spill onto her lifeless form.