Brisa finally began to uncurl herself from the fetal position and tried to stand but only managed to sit upright. Is this what a concussion feels like? She had no idea how much time had passed, but she could still hear gunshots and fighting. Each time a gun fired the noise would send a wave of pain through her throbbing head. She finally managed to kind of army crawl out from behind the truck that had been shielding her, and she sat there trying to get her eyes to focus on the crazy movement of the battle. It felt like she had been spun on a swivel chair a hundred times and told to walk in a straight line. She finally scooted backwards into a safer spot behind the truck when she remembered that she had left her gun on the battlefield, and leaning against the mud-encrusted wheel, she drew her knees up against her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. I’m so useless. I can’t see straight or even walk or anything and my friends are dying out there!
Toby saw Brisa hiding behind the car. He jogged over to her, occasionally tripping. He crouched down by her. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked worriedly, looking her over for any injuries. "You don't have a weapon, do you? Hold on," he said, standing up. He walked away from the car and grabbed the nearest gun. He ran back over to her, and handed her some items. "Okay, here you go. A gun, extra ammo, and a water bottle."