The bullet hit her directly between her shoulder blades.
She arched her back, her head thrown back and her mouth open in a soundless scream.
Her shoulders snapped back unnaturally, her arms bent the wrong way and her fingers splayed.
She tried to walk but her knees were buckling. She rose up on tiptoe, silhouetted against the bright city, standing tall and proud for the last time.
Her vision blurred. The yellow streetlights turned into floating circles, swimming in her foggy vision.
She fell slowly, her knees hitting the ground first, and then her stomach and her arms. Her head bounced once, and then was still.
A dark stain was spreading across her t-shirt. The cars roared by, their headlights flashing on her body. The noise of a thousand vehicles was deafening.
But not a single car stopped.