She looked at the light bulb swinging over her head and thought Crap on toast! Why does this stuff always happen to me?!
The sound of the rapid fire shells hitting the floor was oddly musical. How had they found her? She thought she had been so careful. The pantry floor linoleum was cold and sticky against her sweat-flushed skin.
She pulled the jumbo size can of tomato paste from under the bottom shelf and unscrewed the lid. You only die once. She smiled grimly as she pulled out the flash bomb, hand grenade, and pistol grip shot gun.
1 comment:
Nice. It makes me want to know the before and after of this action.
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