Dash shot a small fireball at Eric's face. Why won't he move wondered the Growlithe, pawing at Eric's hands.
Eric winced at the fireball but said nothing.
I'm... I'm a murderer...
Dash barked loudly and ran outside.
"Don't leave me Dash!" shouted Eric.
The dog immedietly returned. Eric finally managed to slow his breathing a bit although he continued to shudder violently. The sounds of the gunfire continued to ring outside.
What about the others? Are they chickening out?
Eric got to his feet, although shakily. He looked at the dead couple by the living room and gaged.
You are not like them, you had no choice...
"I still pulled the trigger."
It was in defense!
"IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE!" shouted Eric. He shuddered and let the moment pass.
You're not going to have time to figure this out now, just get the gun and help the others.
He climbed the stairs to where the corpse, his corpse, lay.
"Goddammit..."
He picked up the pistol and carefully put the safety back on. He jammed it into his coat pocket and turned to the dead Rocket.
I'm never going to forget you...
Eric tried not to look at his face but he couldn't help it. His eyes were glued open, his face frozen in an expression of astonishment.
Eric picked up the rifle. Not knowing how to manage it safely, he poked the rifle outside and aimed away at the plain where nobody was in the way. He pulled the trigger and the rifle butt slammed into his shoulder painfully. Pulling back the bolt, he removed the magazine.
"No one will be using this anymore today."
He also took the spare ammunition by the window as he descended the stairs. It was time to help the others.
Eric winced at the fireball but said nothing.
I'm... I'm a murderer...
Dash barked loudly and ran outside.
"Don't leave me Dash!" shouted Eric.
The dog immedietly returned. Eric finally managed to slow his breathing a bit although he continued to shudder violently. The sounds of the gunfire continued to ring outside.
What about the others? Are they chickening out?
Eric got to his feet, although shakily. He looked at the dead couple by the living room and gaged.
You are not like them, you had no choice...
"I still pulled the trigger."
It was in defense!
"IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE!" shouted Eric. He shuddered and let the moment pass.
You're not going to have time to figure this out now, just get the gun and help the others.
He climbed the stairs to where the corpse, his corpse, lay.
"Goddammit..."
He picked up the pistol and carefully put the safety back on. He jammed it into his coat pocket and turned to the dead Rocket.
I'm never going to forget you...
Eric tried not to look at his face but he couldn't help it. His eyes were glued open, his face frozen in an expression of astonishment.
Eric picked up the rifle. Not knowing how to manage it safely, he poked the rifle outside and aimed away at the plain where nobody was in the way. He pulled the trigger and the rifle butt slammed into his shoulder painfully. Pulling back the bolt, he removed the magazine.
"No one will be using this anymore today."
He also took the spare ammunition by the window as he descended the stairs. It was time to help the others.