[D.F.I.]

Jennifer was still crying. Simon, who was walking around the area, sulking, saw her sitting on a bench, crying her eyes out. Simon, after a couple of seconds, decided to approach her.
"Hey.........are you okay?" Simon shouted at her.
"Go away......" Jennifer responded, but was interrupted.
"No.....you need help."
"No I don't.....all I need is that I need to be left alone."
Simon sat down next to her. "Really.......what's wrong?"
"Nothing.........." Her voice trailed off." I don't want to talk about it."
She stood up. "Thanks anyway............" She kissed him on the cheek, then walked off.
"What just happened......." Simon muttered. He started walking back to the warehouse. He looked up into the sky. It was dark.
"Hmm.......night time........." He heard footsteps behind him. Not bothered to turn around, he continued to the warehouse, at a faster pace.
"Hey.....wait!"
Simon continued, and pulled out his pistol. He pointed it at the source of the sound, and fired a shot. There was a muffled scream, and finally turned around. "Oh shit..." Simon said. There lay the injured Jennifer, shot in the lower leg.
"Why the hell did you shoot me........." Jennifer said, but winced in pain, clutching her wounded leg. In the distance, the both of them heard screams and gunfire, where the remaining crew were.
"I'll help you........" Simon started, reaching his hand out to help, but Jennifer slapped his hand away.
"No.....I'll can do it....." She tried to get up, but the pain in her leg was too great. "Cmon.......I'll help. They're closing in on us......"
"I can't......."