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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Worse than a scream in the darkness with headaches preceding it?
kyrsyan
Has No Life - Lives on TB
This is the worse cliff. I click back in hoping you are telling us more and it's you being snarky.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
On par I'd say but, some people say I'm strange at best.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Chaos Comes Home to Roost
Silas and Ivar were in the kitchen getting lunch onto the table for Sofia when the shot rang out. They saw Sofia go down, hit hard and sprawling in the snow. At Sofia’s scream Ivar started to bolt out to her. He would have made it if Silas hadn’t tackled him.
“I’ve got to get to her!”
“****ing sniper, dumbass! They hit her low, no follow up shot! Bait! Think!” Silas growled back at him. He looked over his shoulder to where Jonas was on his belly looking out the glass door. Down in the living room, he saw Amber closing up the medical pack she had open for her practice.
“Jonas, do you see him?”
“I think so…Not that far out but I think about seventy-five meters, one o’clock from the fire pit.”
“OK, Ivar, you keep an eye on Sofia and see how this plays. Don't be stupid and just go out there. If he wanted to just kill, she would already have caught a follow-up round. Jonas, grab your rifle and get ready to lay fire if I need back up or if you get a clean shot. I’m going out the window on the other side and work my way around.”
“You guys need to drop this asshole so I can get to Sofia, damnit!” Amber commanded from the living room.
Silas started to say something when they all heard a voice from outside, a different voice from Sofia’s screams of pain and torment.
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
Silas and Ivar were in the kitchen getting lunch onto the table for Sofia when the shot rang out. They saw Sofia go down, hit hard and sprawling in the snow. At Sofia’s scream Ivar started to bolt out to her. He would have made it if Silas hadn’t tackled him.
“I’ve got to get to her!”
“****ing sniper, dumbass! They hit her low, no follow up shot! Bait! Think!” Silas growled back at him. He looked over his shoulder to where Jonas was on his belly looking out the glass door. Down in the living room, he saw Amber closing up the medical pack she had open for her practice.
“Jonas, do you see him?”
“I think so…Not that far out but I think about seventy-five meters, one o’clock from the fire pit.”
“OK, Ivar, you keep an eye on Sofia and see how this plays. Don't be stupid and just go out there. If he wanted to just kill, she would already have caught a follow-up round. Jonas, grab your rifle and get ready to lay fire if I need back up or if you get a clean shot. I’m going out the window on the other side and work my way around.”
“You guys need to drop this asshole so I can get to Sofia, damnit!” Amber commanded from the living room.
Silas started to say something when they all heard a voice from outside, a different voice from Sofia’s screams of pain and torment.
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks, I think!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Sleep is way over rated
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Yes I think there was but honestly, I never tracked all the exs or jilted wannabe-your-plus ones
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At least another tab in the workbook if not a separate .xls
Oh well I'm retired (mostly)
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Petra and Jennifer rushed to the side door of the barn. Petra made it to the door and saw Sofia in the snow, bleeding. Her hand was on the doorknob when her brain caught up to her body. This was when Jennifer made it up beside her and tried to push past her to get to Sofia.
“Stop! Don’t go out there! Sniper!” Petra’s voice was harsh and commanding.
“But we have to help her!”
“We can’t help her by getting shot ourselves.” Those words seemed to cut through Jennifer’s panic.
“What do we do?”
Petra hated to see the tears in Jennifer’s eyes and the whine to her voice. She knew Jennifer was scared. She was too but she couldn’t let being scared get in the way of what she needed to do.
“We don’t know how many there are. I need to make sure you are safe before I can do anything to help Sofia.”
Petra turned and grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders and stared into her tear-filled eyes.
“Here’s what I need you to do right now. I need you to go to my trailer, climb up into my bed and pull the curtains. Here is the most important part. Unless me or your daddy or Silas calls for you, you need to stay quiet and hidden, no matter what you hear. Do you understand?”
“But I want to help…” Jennifer started to say before she was cut off by Petra.
“No. Not right now. Right now, I need you safe, your dad needs you safe. When we make it safe for you to come out, then you can help. Do you understand?”
Jennifer just nodded her head.
“Good! Get going!”
As soon as she saw Jennifer run from the small woodworking room back into the larger area of the barn, Petra turned her attention to her next problem.
“Stop! Don’t go out there! Sniper!” Petra’s voice was harsh and commanding.
“But we have to help her!”
“We can’t help her by getting shot ourselves.” Those words seemed to cut through Jennifer’s panic.
“What do we do?”
Petra hated to see the tears in Jennifer’s eyes and the whine to her voice. She knew Jennifer was scared. She was too but she couldn’t let being scared get in the way of what she needed to do.
“We don’t know how many there are. I need to make sure you are safe before I can do anything to help Sofia.”
Petra turned and grabbed Jennifer by her shoulders and stared into her tear-filled eyes.
“Here’s what I need you to do right now. I need you to go to my trailer, climb up into my bed and pull the curtains. Here is the most important part. Unless me or your daddy or Silas calls for you, you need to stay quiet and hidden, no matter what you hear. Do you understand?”
“But I want to help…” Jennifer started to say before she was cut off by Petra.
“No. Not right now. Right now, I need you safe, your dad needs you safe. When we make it safe for you to come out, then you can help. Do you understand?”
Jennifer just nodded her head.
“Good! Get going!”
As soon as she saw Jennifer run from the small woodworking room back into the larger area of the barn, Petra turned her attention to her next problem.
Knighttemplar
Veteran Member
Moar please.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
What he said! Thanks for the update.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Petra heard a man’s voice yelling over Sofia’s screams. It seemed to be coming from the field behind the house.
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
What the **** was that about? Paige wasn’t here and besides, who would be wanting Paige bad enough to shoot Sofia? None of this made sense to Petra. Better to focus on the small problems.
Sofia was out in the path between the barn side door and the house, hit bad from what she could see. There is at least one psycho with a gun somewhere out in the field who can probably see enough of the gap between the two buildings to still hit Sofia again or anyone who went out there. That means if she went out there to help Sofia, she would have to be quick…or she would be dead.
Petra looked for any sort of cover she could use between Sofia and her. There wasn’t much. Damn! She heard the sliding glass door on the porch open. Good, maybe they can distract the asshole long enough for her to do something.
Ivar’s voice came out of the house.
“Paige isn’t here anymore! Why do you want her?”
The voice from the field answered Ivar. Good! Petra thought. Keep him talking so she could go get Sofia. That seemed the only way to help. She had to drag her out of the line of fire somehow. She tried to think about what she would do after she got Sofia safe. The guy teaching their pre-deployment medical training hammered it into them to have a plan for what to do next long before you run out to the downed casualty.
OK, it looked like she might be hit in the leg but there was a lot of blood. Sofia needed a tourniquet. All Petra’s training for such things was based on using the casualty’s Individual First Aid Kit or IFAC. Problem was, none of them were wearing full battle gear with IFACs on them. Shit!
While Petra was thinking she noticed Sofia’s screams were getting softer and weaker. She also knew she wasn’t following the shouted conversation between Ivar and the asshole. Petra was too busy for that right now. She grabbed a big screwdriver from the bench next to the door and jammed it into her back pocket. Half a plan is better than no plan. She gripped the doorknob and readied herself like one of those downhill skiers at the starting gate. She knew she would have to be fast. She would only get one shot.
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
What the **** was that about? Paige wasn’t here and besides, who would be wanting Paige bad enough to shoot Sofia? None of this made sense to Petra. Better to focus on the small problems.
Sofia was out in the path between the barn side door and the house, hit bad from what she could see. There is at least one psycho with a gun somewhere out in the field who can probably see enough of the gap between the two buildings to still hit Sofia again or anyone who went out there. That means if she went out there to help Sofia, she would have to be quick…or she would be dead.
Petra looked for any sort of cover she could use between Sofia and her. There wasn’t much. Damn! She heard the sliding glass door on the porch open. Good, maybe they can distract the asshole long enough for her to do something.
Ivar’s voice came out of the house.
“Paige isn’t here anymore! Why do you want her?”
The voice from the field answered Ivar. Good! Petra thought. Keep him talking so she could go get Sofia. That seemed the only way to help. She had to drag her out of the line of fire somehow. She tried to think about what she would do after she got Sofia safe. The guy teaching their pre-deployment medical training hammered it into them to have a plan for what to do next long before you run out to the downed casualty.
OK, it looked like she might be hit in the leg but there was a lot of blood. Sofia needed a tourniquet. All Petra’s training for such things was based on using the casualty’s Individual First Aid Kit or IFAC. Problem was, none of them were wearing full battle gear with IFACs on them. Shit!
While Petra was thinking she noticed Sofia’s screams were getting softer and weaker. She also knew she wasn’t following the shouted conversation between Ivar and the asshole. Petra was too busy for that right now. She grabbed a big screwdriver from the bench next to the door and jammed it into her back pocket. Half a plan is better than no plan. She gripped the doorknob and readied herself like one of those downhill skiers at the starting gate. She knew she would have to be fast. She would only get one shot.
Right. Which is why I fell asleep in my chair last night and wasn’t on the Cliff.Sleep is way over rated
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Cliff just keeps getting bigger!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
A fusillade of shots rang out. Petra wasn’t sure where they were from or where they were going but at least they didn’t seem to be headed towards Sofia. That meant they were distracted! Now!
Petra exploded out the door from the barn, running for all she was worth. It wasn’t that far. After half a dozen steps, she dove like a swimmer. She hit the snow and slid forward, ending up beside Sofia. Now the rude and tricky part.
Petra was on the back side of Sofia. She was using Sofia as cover. She started talking to her but wasn’t sure if Sofia was hearing her. Petra had no idea what guttural language Sofia was muttering in, in between the softer, less powerful attempts to scream, but Petra thought she might be praying.
“Sofia! Lay still! I need to stop the bleeding!”
“Unser Fadder im Himmel,
dei Naame loss heilich sei.
Dei Reich loss kumme.
Dei Wille loss geduh sei,
uff die Erd wie im Himmel.
Unser deeglich Brot gebb uns heit,
Un vergebb unser Schulde…”
“Hold on Sofia…”
Petra rolled to her back. She unbuckled her belt and yanked it free of its loops. Grabbing the free end in one hand, she rolled back over, bringing her hand with the end of the belt into Sofia’s crotch. Petra drove her hand deep into Sofia’s groin as she fished along her thigh and buttocks for the end of the belt and her other hand. She was doing all of this blind. She couldn’t raise up at all or she would expose herself.
She tried to ignore how much wetness she was feeling, how feeble Sofia’s struggles were. Her whole focus was threading the tip of the belt through the buckle. Success!
Petra pulled for all she was worth, bringing a shriek from Sofia that chilled her more than the slushy snow she was laying in. Didn’t matter. She had the belt through the buckle and had it tight!
Petra groped around and found the almost foot long screwdriver that had fallen from her hip pocket when she rolled over. This she jammed under the belt and began to twist and twist and twist. She kept twisting until she no longer saw blood coming from the holes in Sofia’s leg. It didn’t matter how much Sofia tried to stop her from twisting the windless. It didn’t matter how loud she screamed. She had to stop this bleeding!
When the flow stopped, Petra looked at the screwdriver. She used the sharp flat tip to poke a hole into Sofia’s pants leg. Once she had the hole started, she pushed the makeshift windlass from its centered position to where the handle was tight against the twisted belt. This let a good four inches of screwdriver shaft slide into the hole she made in the pants, securing the windlass from loosening.
Petra pulled herself up even with Sofia’s torso now and began whispering encouragements to her, trying to comfort her and convince her to hold on now they had the bleeding stopped.
Petra exploded out the door from the barn, running for all she was worth. It wasn’t that far. After half a dozen steps, she dove like a swimmer. She hit the snow and slid forward, ending up beside Sofia. Now the rude and tricky part.
Petra was on the back side of Sofia. She was using Sofia as cover. She started talking to her but wasn’t sure if Sofia was hearing her. Petra had no idea what guttural language Sofia was muttering in, in between the softer, less powerful attempts to scream, but Petra thought she might be praying.
“Sofia! Lay still! I need to stop the bleeding!”
“Unser Fadder im Himmel,
dei Naame loss heilich sei.
Dei Reich loss kumme.
Dei Wille loss geduh sei,
uff die Erd wie im Himmel.
Unser deeglich Brot gebb uns heit,
Un vergebb unser Schulde…”
“Hold on Sofia…”
Petra rolled to her back. She unbuckled her belt and yanked it free of its loops. Grabbing the free end in one hand, she rolled back over, bringing her hand with the end of the belt into Sofia’s crotch. Petra drove her hand deep into Sofia’s groin as she fished along her thigh and buttocks for the end of the belt and her other hand. She was doing all of this blind. She couldn’t raise up at all or she would expose herself.
She tried to ignore how much wetness she was feeling, how feeble Sofia’s struggles were. Her whole focus was threading the tip of the belt through the buckle. Success!
Petra pulled for all she was worth, bringing a shriek from Sofia that chilled her more than the slushy snow she was laying in. Didn’t matter. She had the belt through the buckle and had it tight!
Petra groped around and found the almost foot long screwdriver that had fallen from her hip pocket when she rolled over. This she jammed under the belt and began to twist and twist and twist. She kept twisting until she no longer saw blood coming from the holes in Sofia’s leg. It didn’t matter how much Sofia tried to stop her from twisting the windless. It didn’t matter how loud she screamed. She had to stop this bleeding!
When the flow stopped, Petra looked at the screwdriver. She used the sharp flat tip to poke a hole into Sofia’s pants leg. Once she had the hole started, she pushed the makeshift windlass from its centered position to where the handle was tight against the twisted belt. This let a good four inches of screwdriver shaft slide into the hole she made in the pants, securing the windlass from loosening.
Petra pulled herself up even with Sofia’s torso now and began whispering encouragements to her, trying to comfort her and convince her to hold on now they had the bleeding stopped.
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2T2-Crash
Contributing Member
A properly applied tourniquet hurts like absolute hell, the fact that a belt makes a less than ideal one means you need to pull it so much tighter than an actual TQ that it’s gotta be ten times more painful! Hopefully it’s enough to save her life But with that much blood loss…
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Good stuff!
Landcruiser
Contributing Member
Yikes, we need resolution now!!!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the House
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
Ivar was confused now. What the hell was going on? Who the **** was this guy? He reached over and pushed the sliding glass door open. Just keep him talking a moment longer until Silas or Jenson could whack this asshole!
“Paige isn’t here anymore! Why do you want her?”
“That little self-righteous holier than thou skank got my family killed. And you were her accomplice! I came here to put that **** down, and then I saw your car. Saves me a trip to your neighborhood later. Now all I need is the Sgt Maj and I’ll have the full set!”
“What in the hell are you talking about? Paige never killed anyone!”
“Colonel! Better get your ass out here! And bring that cock tease underhanded little slut Paige with you!”
Ivar was confused now. What the hell was going on? Who the **** was this guy? He reached over and pushed the sliding glass door open. Just keep him talking a moment longer until Silas or Jenson could whack this asshole!
“Paige isn’t here anymore! Why do you want her?”
“That little self-righteous holier than thou skank got my family killed. And you were her accomplice! I came here to put that **** down, and then I saw your car. Saves me a trip to your neighborhood later. Now all I need is the Sgt Maj and I’ll have the full set!”
“What in the hell are you talking about? Paige never killed anyone!”
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
What a view though!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
“She got her tits in a twist because the Captain didn’t sign her ****ing clipboard and call her in to check in weapons. They were secure and could have waited til morning, but NO! She had to go raise a holy stink, then you railroaded the Captain and your little hatchet man flips out when I disagree with the Captain getting ****ed raw so he banishes me to the middle of nowhere! My wife! My wife has no idea when I’m coming home so she packs up our son and heads for my parent’s house since she’s a ****ing pariah here. Only she never makes it. That screeching harpy flips out about a signature and now my wife and son are dead, and you helped her! Now! I know she’s there, I recognize her boyfriend’s Jeep! Drag her ass out or do I have to put another hole in the wailing wench in the snow?”
Ivar looked over at where Jenson lay on the floor, rifle in his hands.
“Jenson, tell me you have this guy.”
“I think so…”
“I need more than an ‘I think so’. That’s my wife bleeding out in the snow over there!” Ivar growled.
Ivar raised his voice again to shout to the guy.
“I can’t trot her out. She and Henrik are in the city and won’t be back until tonight!” At this point he knew he was all in. No going back.
“I can wait, but I don’t know if the woman can…”
Ivar looked over at Jenson again while he wondered where the hell Silas was.
“Take the shot, hell rip up that whole area! If he’s shooting back at us, he won’t be shooting Sofia!”
“Sure thing. When you see where I shoot, you might want to add some pistol rounds.”
Jenson opened up with a couple three to five round bursts.
Ivar looked over at where Jenson lay on the floor, rifle in his hands.
“Jenson, tell me you have this guy.”
“I think so…”
“I need more than an ‘I think so’. That’s my wife bleeding out in the snow over there!” Ivar growled.
Ivar raised his voice again to shout to the guy.
“I can’t trot her out. She and Henrik are in the city and won’t be back until tonight!” At this point he knew he was all in. No going back.
“I can wait, but I don’t know if the woman can…”
Ivar looked over at Jenson again while he wondered where the hell Silas was.
“Take the shot, hell rip up that whole area! If he’s shooting back at us, he won’t be shooting Sofia!”
“Sure thing. When you see where I shoot, you might want to add some pistol rounds.”
Jenson opened up with a couple three to five round bursts.
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Some people have no idea who they are poking. They are lucky Paige is not there. These rabid animals need to be put down.
Sadly they think their logic makes sense. The violation of policy would have been minor. (As I recall it) if you admit you failed to follow, we’re tired, distracted… you get slap on wrist if first time. Month later it’s fine. Double down, threaten, assault, maimed, nearly kill… you have yourself to blame. Family chose to go. Unless a known severe danger they were forced. It’s nobody‘s fault.
Sadly they think their logic makes sense. The violation of policy would have been minor. (As I recall it) if you admit you failed to follow, we’re tired, distracted… you get slap on wrist if first time. Month later it’s fine. Double down, threaten, assault, maimed, nearly kill… you have yourself to blame. Family chose to go. Unless a known severe danger they were forced. It’s nobody‘s fault.
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223shootersc
Veteran Member
Shoot till they quit moving and then a few more for good measure! Don't want them playing possum!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Beside the House
Silas wasn’t sure what the hell was going on other than poor Sofia got hit by a sniper of some kind. It reminded him of all the footage he saw of Sarajevo during the siege. The bad part was the guy yelled for ‘the Colonel’ and was wanting Paige. No random shit here. Who was this asshole?
Silas didn’t have time to grab much other than his rifle. He had a pouch on the buttstock with an extra mag. Well two mags would have to do. Sofia didn’t have time for him to get picky or all geared up.
He heard the guy talking as he squeezed through the window out into the snow behind the evergreens surrounding the base of the house. He didn’t hear all that was said and didn’t need to. With the guy talking, at least he wasn’t shooting poor Sofia. He wasn’t sure how bad she was hit. Leg? Hip? Pelvis? All of those could be bad. All of those could be fatal.
Silas stayed behind the shrubs, thankful for them. He remembered talking to Henrik about them and how they were a real liability allowing someone to break in one of the windows without being seen from the curb, but Henrik pointed out it provided insulation from the wind in the winter and shade in the summer for the house and made the utility bills better. Now he was using them in reverse, sneaking around to find this sniper.
His eyes scanned the field until he found what he was looking for. The guy was yelling, and Silas could see the plume of steam from his breath. It wasn’t big. It would probably be lost against the snowy background from up on the back porch, but down here at ground level, he could see it against the trees in the background.
Silas wasn’t sure what prompted it, but he heard Jonas and Ivar open up from inside the house. Shit! Silas started putting out rounds in controlled pairs into the spot he saw the breath plumes. After the first three, he pushed through the shrubs and began advancing on the position, his head on a swivel looking for other movement farther out and along the trees. He knew he was presenting himself as bait by moving forward but hopefully there was only one guy. At least this should give them an opportunity to get to Sofia.
Silas wasn’t sure what the hell was going on other than poor Sofia got hit by a sniper of some kind. It reminded him of all the footage he saw of Sarajevo during the siege. The bad part was the guy yelled for ‘the Colonel’ and was wanting Paige. No random shit here. Who was this asshole?
Silas didn’t have time to grab much other than his rifle. He had a pouch on the buttstock with an extra mag. Well two mags would have to do. Sofia didn’t have time for him to get picky or all geared up.
He heard the guy talking as he squeezed through the window out into the snow behind the evergreens surrounding the base of the house. He didn’t hear all that was said and didn’t need to. With the guy talking, at least he wasn’t shooting poor Sofia. He wasn’t sure how bad she was hit. Leg? Hip? Pelvis? All of those could be bad. All of those could be fatal.
Silas stayed behind the shrubs, thankful for them. He remembered talking to Henrik about them and how they were a real liability allowing someone to break in one of the windows without being seen from the curb, but Henrik pointed out it provided insulation from the wind in the winter and shade in the summer for the house and made the utility bills better. Now he was using them in reverse, sneaking around to find this sniper.
His eyes scanned the field until he found what he was looking for. The guy was yelling, and Silas could see the plume of steam from his breath. It wasn’t big. It would probably be lost against the snowy background from up on the back porch, but down here at ground level, he could see it against the trees in the background.
Silas wasn’t sure what prompted it, but he heard Jonas and Ivar open up from inside the house. Shit! Silas started putting out rounds in controlled pairs into the spot he saw the breath plumes. After the first three, he pushed through the shrubs and began advancing on the position, his head on a swivel looking for other movement farther out and along the trees. He knew he was presenting himself as bait by moving forward but hopefully there was only one guy. At least this should give them an opportunity to get to Sofia.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Silas moved quickly at a low crouch through the snow-filled meadow. A small part of him thought he could have moved faster if he was on snowshoes. The snow back here was knee deep in the windblown spots. The drifts he knew could be easily waist deep. He also had to make sure he stayed out of Jonas and Ivar’s line of fire. He let none of this break his laser focus on the spot in the snow where the sniper lay.
As he got closer, he could see a bigger amount of steam coming from the spot now. Not in puffs with speech or rhythmic breathing either. Silas took this as a good sign as long as it wasn’t a trick.
Ten feet away, he knew it wasn’t a trick. He could see the trail where the guy had crawled into place from the treeline to his shooting position. The shooting hide was carved or scooped from a drift. Inside the hole in the snow was a man’s body, ripped by several rounds, how many he wasn’t sure yet. He saw at least one obviously fatal head wound among the carnage. He turned back towards the house.
“He’s down. Get to Sofia!”
As he got closer, he could see a bigger amount of steam coming from the spot now. Not in puffs with speech or rhythmic breathing either. Silas took this as a good sign as long as it wasn’t a trick.
Ten feet away, he knew it wasn’t a trick. He could see the trail where the guy had crawled into place from the treeline to his shooting position. The shooting hide was carved or scooped from a drift. Inside the hole in the snow was a man’s body, ripped by several rounds, how many he wasn’t sure yet. He saw at least one obviously fatal head wound among the carnage. He turned back towards the house.
“He’s down. Get to Sofia!”
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks for the kill and the chapter! Good stuff!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Goodness, thank you, poor Sofia.
