Killjoys, the beginning.

"Are you ready?" Her voice was steady, and soft as a tear ran down her face, her fingers clutched to her gun. It was the last thing she had to save her life. I looked at her. "What if we die?" Her voice croaked out, in a hushed whisper. "Were not going to die, wanna know why?" Her eyes stared at me like daggers, and her head nodded. "We were born warriors."