A bullet smacked into the rock a foot from my head.

Several times, bullets had smacked into various parts of their anatomy.

Then a bullet smacked the armored bottom of the seat.

A bullet smacked into the shovel with which I was digging.

A Confederate bullet smacked the other side of the bricks.

He heard one bullet smack into a tree trunk no more than six inches above his head and just off to the side.

We heard the bullet smack and saw him buck heavily with the shot.

A bullet buzzed past his head and smacked into the opposite wall.

The bullet smacked into the side of her head.

I heard a gunshot, and a bullet smacked into one of the trees behind me.