Paco Valdez
DZ
221. That's gotta be the room, if your drunken memory serves you correct. You stumble into the room making enough noise to wake most of the town. A hiccup escapes your throat as you fall face first to land on the ground with a heavy thump.
You were asleep. You realise this when a boot to your ribs awakens you. You roll over and squint up, your eyes shifting like you're looking through a water glass. The man staring down at you looks alot like Gus in that he is bearded and wears a hat.
"What's the problem, Gus?" You ask.
"Boy, you better git up offa my floor afore I fill yer belly fulla led." He says to you. He doesn't sound much like Gus.
"You don't have to be rude." You say in response.
You hear a gun cock and it fires like a clap of thunder, echoing off the walls. A searing pain goes through your stomach and out your back and you feel your life force leaking out of the holes left in the wake of the bullet which most certainly tore through your body.
What a way to go, drunk off of your rocker and in the wrong room. Room 221? You drunken fool.
221. That's gotta be the room, if your drunken memory serves you correct. You stumble into the room making enough noise to wake most of the town. A hiccup escapes your throat as you fall face first to land on the ground with a heavy thump.
You were asleep. You realise this when a boot to your ribs awakens you. You roll over and squint up, your eyes shifting like you're looking through a water glass. The man staring down at you looks alot like Gus in that he is bearded and wears a hat.
"What's the problem, Gus?" You ask.
"Boy, you better git up offa my floor afore I fill yer belly fulla led." He says to you. He doesn't sound much like Gus.
"You don't have to be rude." You say in response.
You hear a gun cock and it fires like a clap of thunder, echoing off the walls. A searing pain goes through your stomach and out your back and you feel your life force leaking out of the holes left in the wake of the bullet which most certainly tore through your body.
What a way to go, drunk off of your rocker and in the wrong room. Room 221? You drunken fool.
