I really have nothing personal against hte merchant but after dying five times in a row and hearing his annoying voice over and over again asking me what am I buying and what am I selling...I couldn't help but snap, and write this. ; Enjoy.
Death Shouldn't Be Fun
His hand was clamped tightly around the stock of his handgun, his nimble figure slid around the trigger. He was going to enjoy this. His eyes were lock on his target who was completely unaware of his motive, he felt his fingers act before his mind did and it happened.
A shot rang out echoing off the walls of the small cannon that encircled him and he felt himself smile as he noticed the body that was before him instantly fall to the soft dirt of the ground.
Leon wasn't one to get much pleasure out of death, but for some reason he didn't realize that this had made him happier then anything he had done on this entire island.
You couldn't really blame Leon as he walked past the body with a smile on his face to grabbing a couple of spare ammo cases that were lying on the counter. He was about to turn and leave but instead stop and turned to kick the body once or twice to ensure that he had succeeded in his goal, satisfied with his actions he walked passed again to continue on his journey satisfied when he knew that he would no longer see that annoying guy again.
However, he couldn't shake the strange voice that seemed to following him as he walked on, softly whispering to him. "What you buying? What you selling?"