He saw the gunshot before he heard it. He saw the pale red flash hint colour over the floor, then die back to nothing.
He heard the thud of a bullet as bile rose in his throat preventing the scream of abject fear that sought release. Somewhere inside him, a part of him wanted to run to his Ma and bury his sobbing face in her arms; somewhere some part of him wanted to bury every bullet in the room into Zeke's face.
Then his hand found Anna's shoulder and, hoping it wasn't too late, he pushed her off Zeke.