Fragments Chapter 8 Page 9

one last patch of resistance. They turn and charge towards him without a moment’s hesitation.

Nature’s wildfire right?

He cocks the shot gun but rests it on his shoulder. The sound of it firing would definitely draw in a crowd, something he wants to avoid. He looks at the heavy weapon and curses it… Where was Mikey when he needed him? This gang of hooligans would be much easier to deal with if he had him! It was unusual that he’d leave home without his favourite rifle. Especially with all of this going on. But maybe he could get in some sword practice in the meantime.

He walks out into the middle of the road while drawing his blade. As the gang approaches they stop abruptly and stare curiously