Killing spree.

Moving from cover to cover, as the two men continued chatting about nothing, and ignored their surroundings, she quickly decided that they didn’t deserve to live. Coming up within ten feet of them, her hand lifted her revolver, as she took aim.

The thunderclap of her gun, startled the dark haired man with the revolver, just slightly less, then watching his friend's head explode in a shower of blood. He went for his gun, but barely got his hand on the grip, when her second shot took him between the eyes.

Darting forward the busty red head, kept her aim down the alley, just in case, as she stopped in front of the discarded **** rifle. Slamming her pistol home, she picked up the **** rifle and moved to the other dead bandit.

Unhooking his thigh holster, she shifted it to work left handed and placed it on her left thigh, with her new revolver. She felt a little like her Latin friend, with her twin revolvers. Unfortunately she wasn’t great with her left hand, so that was just a backup.

Heading deeper into town, loaded to the teeth with her new found weapons she finally found the center of the town. Three prominent buildings made the hub of this junk heap. A desiccated garage, an old pub, and a squat building with a cross painted over the door, indicating it to be a clinic of some sort.

Choosing the clinic, to gain medical supplies, she might need later. Inside the lounge, there was a man in a lab coat, with scars, and dark hair, with spots of gray tied to a chair. Two men stood guard at the door, each with pistols on their hips. Another man, larger then the first two, was beating the doctor, and screaming at him.

“Where is your friend? Where is TJ?”