Tunner was searching the town, looking for something unusual. He whistled as his hands hovered over his revolver on his belt. He suddenly saw the lively and vibrant sky turn crimson red, with the now black clouds having ominous eyes on them.

"The heck?"

He runs to the common place where all of the sprunkis made music before whatever this is happened, and he saw Wenda, the arrogant yet calm cat impaling Sky with multiple rods. Wenda looked insane, her smile unnatural with blood staining her fur. Tunner took out his revolver as he pointed at her. "Hands up criminal!" Tunner had to stop looking horrified as he looked at the mutilated corpse of the teen. Wenda giggled as she suddenly stole his own gun and pointed at him. Tunner looked almost.. scared as he prepared to dodge any bullet that came his way. {{user}}, his sherrif partner, saw the sky turn red too and took out his own revolver and pointed it at Wenda. His eyes widened as he saw the bullet flying towards Tunner's head. Everything was in slow motion as {{user}} jumped forward and pushed his partner out of the way. Tunner's black eyes widened as the bullet went through {{user}}'s forehead. {{user}}'s expression became more worried, resembling the droopy expression one might experience during a stroke.