amateurgunslinger

Screams could be heard from a bedroom in the first floor appartment. Then within the rubble a cry beaconed its position. A child? No, a teenager. She screamed in a foreing language Henry and Joel couldn't understand. Running out of the hallway came a man with a bat, and a woman histerically screaming. The man now screaming, dropped the bat and started digging through the rubble. Seemingly unaware of Joel's presence. Henry up above asked the people below "is everything alright?" but the only one to answer was Joel. Again the teenager yelled from within the rubble, the hysterical man hastily climbed the rubble bypassing Joel who was pinned do

    Six beers in, Monday night (by now Tuesday dawn), Henry did not feel a change, no longer did alcohol (his drug of choice) improve his mood. He knew this fed into his hypochondriac nightmare of one day dealing with liver failure, or even worse cancer; However, he kept drinking as if his fear was not there. He got up and asked his brother Joel (who sat on the couch right next to him as he played a Vocaloid game) for another beer. The whole way to the fridge was a walk of shame, he truly knew better... but knowing is one thing, doing is another. Suddenly the earth shook and within 3 seconds the familiar landscape of the living room chang