Only in a fucked up shit-hole like USA would the victim of the shooting be thrown in jail. The shooter has no responsibility not to shoot someone. They can just roam around waiting for a dispute, then shoot them. How fucked it that?
You have to understand Godstud, that this is a "stand your ground" state. That means that if someone assaults you, as the pregnant woman did, that you have the "right" to stand your ground and use a firearm to defend it. There is no requirement that the woman look at the source of the assault and make any reasonable determination that a lethal threat may be there or not.
But the devil is in the details as they say. From the Article you posted:
Jemison told BuzzFeed News she fired a gun as a "warning shot" after Jones and a group of friends attacked her over a relationship issue.
This is a big deal. If I was attacked by an angry group of people I might conclude that I was under serious threat and defend myself with a firearm.
Now mind you that this is unlikely to happen to me because I do not have such a small penis that I choose to arm myself all of the time. The exception could be when I am certain that I am going where there might be a threat, that going can't be reasonably avoided and that a firearm is the best method of mitigating that threat.
I would ignore the very concept of "stand your ground" because if I can retreat to safety that is vastly preferable to an extrajudicial execution of someone for assault or robbery; neither of which carry the death penalty in my state. But if my life were threatened and I could not escape without the possibility of injury I would defend myself with a firearm. But please note the above criteria for carrying a firearm. The first decision to make is to avoid such a situation in the first place so again it is unlikely that I would be armed and extremely unlikely that I would go where there is the threat of a deadly encounter. I do not arm myself before going to the hardware store to protect myself from the possibility that a deranged weed-whacker hater might choose that moment to off all of the weed-whackers, snatch up a torque wrench and get between me and the door after concluding that I am a vile weed-whacker lover.