Alice held up a hand; Red sagged to the floor, legs splayed in front of him, large boots catching the bright lights. Her ribs throbbed, her legs trembled, and her jaw was swollen from the onset of major stim withdrawal. She forced herself upright and checked for supplies. There was only the knife, pistol and Bunny Bopper left. The gun was loaded with plastic shrapnel rounds, and she had a clip of ricochets in her right thigh pocket. After that, she’d be holding off Fourth Ward with a bad attitude and body odor.