She scrambled out of the pool and reached for her bag, which was next to the guy she’d hit. She glanced at him, then looked away. Blood was everywhere, he wasn’t moving… and his eyes were open staring at nothing. Vomit rose in her throat, but she choked it down. There was no time. She dumped the bag on the ground and snatched up the hairspray and lighter she’d grabbed from the washroom.

She was still crouched on the ground when the other guy came flying through the back door. In the time it took him to look around, she lifted the can of spray and lit the lighter, sending a stream of fire directly at him.

She was so surprised by the amount of heat and the strength of the fire coming from her makeshift weapon that she nearly dropped it. She didn’t though. But the heat was burning her hand and she was forced to drop the lighter, but she kept spraying and the fire continued to catch as the aerosol let loose.

She jumped to her feet and followed the guy as he tried to leap out of the path of the fire, When his clothes caught fire he stumbled backwards into the house, falling to the floor. The fire quickly spread to the carpet and the drapery.

Satisfied that bad guy number two wasn’t coming after her, she ran back to the Fendi bag and snatched up the butcher knife. She was pretty sure there were only two guys, but just in case, she wanted to have a weapon.

She ran around to the front of the house, flinging the door to the Jeep open. Thank god, they’d left the keys in the vehicle. Biting her lip, she slid into the driver’s seat and frantically searched for the ‘drive’ button. She had a driver’s license, but she hadn’t driven a car in nearly four years. She hadn’t needed to while living in Toronto. She’d taken the bus and train everywhere.

Just as she found the right button and pressed it, the front door to the house burst open and the guy she’d lit on fire came lurching out. He was engulfed in flames.

She gaped at him as he fell onto the driveway and began crawling toward her.

“Reverse!” She hit the gas, but instead of reversing, the car lurched forward because it was still in drive, and… hit the bad guy.

“Oh no,” she breathed, closing her eyes for a moment to process what’d just happened. Then she remembered the guy was in flames and currently under her vehicle, which had a gas tank.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She smashed her finger into the reverse button and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal, flinching at the thumping sound as she ran over the guy again.

She hurtled down the driveway as fast as she could.