Counting bullets
11-16-2018, 04:55 AM
Imogen shakes her head. She can't just leave things like this. She has a criminal to bring in. She pulls out her sidearm and examines it - the gun didn't help against the beast. She checks the magazine and discovers that she only has four bullets left. Damn. She needs a new weapon. Something that she can protect herself with, and be able to take down whatever weird things she comes across. Imogen holsters her gun and gets back on the horse, spurring it forward. She considers for a moment - should she continue onwards towards the buildings she saw from the ridge? Or will she ride off in a different direction?
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