It felt like they turned the corner and drove straight into hell.

There were bullets everywhere, shouting and screaming and the sounds of men dying.

None of those fighting looked like soldiers. Three were mutants, and those remaining weren't in normal uniform. Instead, they were wearing some kind of red costume with a black circle bisected by a gun painted crudely on the back.

Lauren jerked the wheel to the left, slamming down the accelerator. There was a bang and the truck jerked violently to the right, screeching. Another bang, and the vehicle skidded dangerously across the centre of the road.

Andy twisted in his seat and focused, sending those shooting flying backwards and knocking the guns from their hands, but there were still others shooting and the windows exploded around them, pelting them with glass.

Lauren threw up a shield and he reached out, hurling another shooter back with a violent sounding crack.

One of the mutants was trying to run, and another was shooting some kind of black smoke from their hands, filling the street.

Bullet rained down around them.

Andy looked at Lauren.

She looked back.

He held out his hand.

She took it.