A Hook for a Hand

Elise fired, but fear shook her. The bullet veered a bare inch past Meathook’s visored face, and he laughed as he closed the distance.
One more bullet. Had to make it count.
She pulled the trigger.
The rifle jammed.
And he was on her, wrenching her into the air by her throat, hook tearing the useless weapon from her hands.
“Hey ladies!” he screamed at his raiders. “Looks like I got me a new toy!”
Shaking her like a doll. Choking her.
Her knife sliced the flesh of his good arm.
Dad always taught her to have a backup plan.