The smell of gun smoke hung heavy around me like diseased air. The sounds of the shots that echoed through the warehouse were now ping-ponging in my ear canals. I wasn't sure where he was, but I knew he was close. I was crisscrossing between stacked crates, taking cover and then quickly peeking around them before moving to the next one. It's not a fair fight when only one party has a gun. And unfortunately I was on the short end of that particular scenario.
I turned a corner and came face to face with him.
And his gun...
Christopher over 1 year ago
Okay, this was where we began this journey. Now let's get ready to finish it.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Oh so it was! Nice one Christopher. Let’s go!
Christopher over 1 year ago
Thanks, Neville.
Drew Martyn over 1 year ago
Love it. The diseased air is still a superb description. What a ride this is, I'll be sad when it's over.
Christopher over 1 year ago
Thanks, Drew. I was unsure about this one mid-way through but I must say it turned out a lot better than I expected.