The first thing I noticed were the bodies. Two of
my friends, Oliver and Jonah, lay dead, rotting in a pool of their own
blood. So I got paranoid. My senses heightened. I no longer felt
comfortable with just my revolver. I quickly ran back to my car and
grabbed my 3 and a half foot Nerf Centurion rail gun. When I got back
inside, I immediately noticed the bloody footprints leading into the
closet. I cocked my Boomstick and got around the side of the closet. I
began to mutter Ezekiel 25:17 to myself like the great Samuel L.
Jackson in Pulp Fiction, but Kaylee's bullets shattered through the
closet, interupting me. As soon as she popped out, I unleashed the
fury of my Peacemaker, sending Kaylee flying backwards in a hail of
bullets. She thought she could kill me like Pontius Pilate
killed my homeboy Jesus. She thought wrong...
