None of that was important. Only one thing mattered. Above each bed, resting on the same kind of brackets I’d noticed in the other room, was a rifle. Dark, black, heavy things, so sinister. Magic wands of death. But they had magazines in them and I knew they could just be the only hope I had. I didn’t hesitate. I jumped onto the nearest bed, grabbed the rifle and lifted it down.
First things first: I checked the magazine.
of that was one each resting on the same of brackets noticed in the other was a heavy so wands of they had magazines in them and knew they could just be the only hope jumped onto the nearest bed, the rifle and it down.
things checked the
