And Misty, alas, never stood a chance. A bullet catches her in the shoulder, and the force of the shot topples her out of the tree. She shrieks in surprise, anger, and pain - once when she's hit, once when a branch snags her on the way down and tears a gash through her leg, and once when she lands face down in the dirt, her left arm twisted in a way that arms don't twist naturally.

She's not dead. But even if John weren't here, she wouldn't be walking away from this.