Like dogs, Shianni

One would think that hearing a very distinct, clearly audible, reasonably loud and rapidly approaching sound of any kind would make any reasonable mammal turn to look at the direction of the sound, just purely by instinct?? If a deer heard something nearby go DING DING DING DING DING DING at its general direction, it would at least look up to see whether the source of the sound is a threat or not? Just a quick "is that something I need to be concerned about?" type of glance.

One would think that hearing a very distinct, clearly audible, reasonably loud and rapidly approaching sound of any kind would make any reasonable mammal turn to look at the direction of the sound, just purely by instinct?? If a deer heard something nearby go DING DING DING DING DING DING at its general direction, it would at least look up to see whether the source of the sound is a threat or not? Just a quick "is that something I need to be concerned about?" type of glance.

“Teacake dropped to the floor. As he hit the ground, he saw Mike's feet come around the corner, they were only about ten feet away, and he heard the sharp cracks of three wild gunshots and the clang of bullets hitting metal. Teacake's view of the feet spun over, upside down, as he rolled under the door and into the storage unit, then the feet were right outside the door and Mike's hands were reaching down to rip the overhead door open the rest of the way, and Teacake knew he'd miscalculated, just by a few seconds, but it was enough, he'd fucked this up, he was in no physical position to get up and pull the door down before Mike succeeded in ripping it open the rest of the way, shit, great plan, asshole, he'd led them straight into a dead end, a sealed storage unit, they were cornered. But Naomi was on her feet already, of course she was; she'd leaped to her feet as soon as she'd come through. She was up and braced and had both hands on the door's center handle- She got leverage on you, motherfucker, Teacake thought- as she put everything she had into it and slammed the door so hard the clang echoed all the way down the hall. Mike howled in agony, his hands crushed underneath the metal lip of the door, pinned there for a moment. Naomi pulled it back up three inches, not out of sympathy, but just to let him get his sorry-ass hands out of there. Mike yanked them back, Naomi slammed the door again, and Teacake, now on his feet, threw the metal locking pin at one end of the door, then darted over and threw the pin on the other.”