“Stupid rot-brained Reddit fascists,” Quinn grumbled, her speech slurring a little as the anesthesia started to hit and the pain faded.

She remembered Janet, woozy from her own blood loss, crouched in the corn, mocking Rust just to stay conscious.

“‘Pew pew!’” she said, in a pitch perfect imitation no one would ever know she’d managed. “‘Small pee pee!’”

Then she started giggling.