So this drabble comes a day late but I hope not a dollar short. I had done this Friday with the plans on posting it Saturday. But work and a Steampunk meeting stopped that. My bad. But enough with that here is your drabble fokes:
The bolt flew through the creature’s head pinning its brain to the wall behind it.
“Ugh, damn only three bolts left. What do you have.” Ryn turned firing another bolt at an approaching creature.
“Five shots and the knife.” Ayden fired off two shots with a loud echoing explosion. These creatures what ever they were weren’t stopping, or so it seemed.
The one who’s brain was pinned to the ground laid still not moving. Ayden fired three more shots before realizing maybe he needed to get them in the head.
He heard the gun click, time was up for them.
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