Paco Valdez
BV
An exhilarating rush of adrenaline deluges your body's every nerve and makes everything seem surreal and distant. In a move that clearly displays your fine tuned battle prowess, you dive down onto Jorge's mutilated corpse, retrieve both of his Colt Peace Makers, and begin firing on your assailants - all before they've even entered the damn barn!
A tall, lanky Vigilante brazenly enters the barn first, mere milliseconds after you begin firing at the door. That old, fickle bitch we call Fate smiles upon you this day - for once! Before the doomed man's eyes can even adjust from the blaring sunlight outside to the aged barn's shadows, a bullet rips through his neck and lodges itself into one of his vertebrae. He lets out an almost comical gurgling noise and collapses to the ground. His neck spouts out an endless fountain of blood as he twitches spasmodically on the cold ground like a fish out of water. It'll take several minutes, but you know the poor wretch is a goner. If you weren't in the midst of all this action , you'd mosey on over to the fool and put one in his brain at point blank just to end his misery. You're not completely indifferent.
Next to enter is a familiar looking blonde, two pistols in hand. He meets a similar fate as the other guy, only he manages to let one shot loose that gets you in the right shoulder before he meets his maker. Luckily, it misses any major arteries. It still hurts to high hell, but you're able to use your arm and wield the pistol effectively, nonetheless. Again, fate seems to favor you.
But before you can take a deep breath or two and relax, two more Vigilantes enter the barn; one carries a double barreled shotgun and the other one is none other than Jose, the guy you can credit for giving you this headache. Primal reflexes kick in again and you fire upon them before they get a chance to react. Or at least that's what you try to do.
Unfortunately, Fate decides to frown again. Fucking bitch. The guy with the shotgun fires haphazardly at your mid-section. The sound of the blast makes your heart skip a beat, and with good cause. The next few seconds are a whirlwind of pain and shock. Next thing you know you're looking down at your stomach. Your intestines have split onto the barn's hay strewn floor, and blood gushes from the huge wound in your gut like a waterfall. You stumble to the floor and gasp for breath. Darkness takes you then.
An exhilarating rush of adrenaline deluges your body's every nerve and makes everything seem surreal and distant. In a move that clearly displays your fine tuned battle prowess, you dive down onto Jorge's mutilated corpse, retrieve both of his Colt Peace Makers, and begin firing on your assailants - all before they've even entered the damn barn!
A tall, lanky Vigilante brazenly enters the barn first, mere milliseconds after you begin firing at the door. That old, fickle bitch we call Fate smiles upon you this day - for once! Before the doomed man's eyes can even adjust from the blaring sunlight outside to the aged barn's shadows, a bullet rips through his neck and lodges itself into one of his vertebrae. He lets out an almost comical gurgling noise and collapses to the ground. His neck spouts out an endless fountain of blood as he twitches spasmodically on the cold ground like a fish out of water. It'll take several minutes, but you know the poor wretch is a goner. If you weren't in the midst of all this action , you'd mosey on over to the fool and put one in his brain at point blank just to end his misery. You're not completely indifferent.
Next to enter is a familiar looking blonde, two pistols in hand. He meets a similar fate as the other guy, only he manages to let one shot loose that gets you in the right shoulder before he meets his maker. Luckily, it misses any major arteries. It still hurts to high hell, but you're able to use your arm and wield the pistol effectively, nonetheless. Again, fate seems to favor you.
But before you can take a deep breath or two and relax, two more Vigilantes enter the barn; one carries a double barreled shotgun and the other one is none other than Jose, the guy you can credit for giving you this headache. Primal reflexes kick in again and you fire upon them before they get a chance to react. Or at least that's what you try to do.
Unfortunately, Fate decides to frown again. Fucking bitch. The guy with the shotgun fires haphazardly at your mid-section. The sound of the blast makes your heart skip a beat, and with good cause. The next few seconds are a whirlwind of pain and shock. Next thing you know you're looking down at your stomach. Your intestines have split onto the barn's hay strewn floor, and blood gushes from the huge wound in your gut like a waterfall. You stumble to the floor and gasp for breath. Darkness takes you then.
