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 was one thing each resting on the same of brackets in the was a rifle. heavy things, so wands of they had in them and knew they could just be the only hope onto the nearest grabbed the and lifted it down.
things checked the
