She sticks her head in. The front show-room is bare of everything but carpet and the windows have been white-papered. She hears noise coming from the doorway leading to the back. Cautiously, Karen moves down that way, through a small kitchen. She can see out the back is a sort of patio, roofed and walled with decaying wooden planks, covered in a light web of ivy. As she moves further out, there is a sharp crack and the doorsill next to her splinters. Karen chooses to stop there. She can hear the sound of someone moaning. Looking cautiously around the corner, she can see some feet, as if someone was sitting just around the corner. Karen makes a quick decision and leaps around the corner, intending to grab the gun. Unfortunately, the gun does not belong to the owner of these feet, but to Angie, who is ten feet further away. The feet belong to a body in a pool of blood, a young man.
Karen takes in the look on Angie's face and the blood coming out her nose and leaps for the gun. Angie dodges out of the way and Karen runs into the wooden structure, making it shudder. Dust falls from above, sparkling in the sunlight. Angie is up the other end of the porch and the gun is slowly moving towards her head. Her face shifts and she says "Keep back, I will kill her. I know your heart and soul and can break them." Karen leaps toward Angie, intending to grapple her gun hand. The gun swings down towards Karen and fires, and she feels a brief burning as the bullet passes through her and then the wound heals. Angie's face looks surprised for a moment and then it shifts back to her own expression as Karen slams into Angie and pins her against the wall, holding the gun away from them both. She sends out an urgent cry for help to her pack.