This is it. Here we are, sitting behind a wooden crate, about to die. My hoodie is wet and warm from blood, soaking deep into my fur. Not ALL of the blood is ours. We hit a good amount of people getting here. How many times have we been shot? Three. "Didn't realize you were keeping count." It's a little hard not to when there's a constant reminder in our body. "Yeah, I guess that's fair." I grip my side as a flash of agonizing pain kicks in momentarily. Holy fuck that hurts. It'll take a miracle for us to get out of this alive, but I'm not looking for a miracle.
I've always thought my life was one unfortunate event after another, but looking at it from here? I'd do it all again.
"Here Kitty kitty kitty~"
I clench the six-shooter in my paw. If we're going to die, I'm taking that fucking bastard with me. "You ready to do something stupid bud?" You had me at stupid! "Want to do the honors?" Nope! This one's all you. "Thanks. Let's not keep the devil waiting, old friend." I slowly get up, gun in hand and I get out from behind the wooden crate. Time to do or die.
Or both
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RomanceThere are two sides to every coin, and with every coin there's a series of events both miserable and joyous wrapped up like a pack of gum Another story I'll probably never finish! Yay!
