I breath in the gun powder. “Ugh.. I’m touching myself tonight.” I say to myself, lowering the gun and hearing footsteps behind me. “Ugh.” I turn around, surprising myself to see a women.

“You’re not Francis.” I put the safety off the gun. “But you are hot, oh my, Gosh.”

She glares, holding a knife.

“Where have you been?” I smirk.