Bang!
Bang!
The explosive sound echoed in the dungeon, deafening.
Amidst the flashes of gunfire, bullets hit the wooden stakes on the opposite wall, sending wood chips flying.
Kitty, who lived in the dungeon, puffed up its fur at the first sound of gunshots, but gradually, it crept back, following behind Friday, curiously drawing closer.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, within a damp and dark room, Marvin held up two kerosene lamps, slightly troubled as he watched Edward constantly changing his shooting patterns. The things he taught Edward, Edward learned instantly, although learning to shoot was not that difficult...
The remaining four bullets in the revolver were quickly spent, and Edward popped open the cylinder, dumping the still-warm empty casings onto the ground. Amidst the clinking sounds, he reached out his hand towards Marvin.
"What do you want?"
"Bullets, give me a few hundred more."
"A few hundred?!"
