The previous night was horrible; I had stayed up at the shooting range. Shots rang through the air, causing a slight headache.
I sited up on my bed and looked up at the clock to see that it was a bit late.
"Damn!" I shouted. I only had twenty minutes to get to the store! My food supplies were low, and if I didn't get anything 'edible' at the store, my dinner would most likely resemble rancid chum! I jumped out of bed wearing my belt and shoes and snatched my gun on the way out. It was a Desert Eagle. Currently my favorite weapon.
After I had everything packed, I made a start for the market. After a while I managed to reach the entrance...only to find it locked. I glanced at the sign adorned in the dusty window.
-Out of Business-
"Out of business?" I yelled, frustrated to find that I ran all this way for nothing. I caught a glimpse of a bird resting on a bench, his mouth gaping open in slumber. He was...unusual...
I didn't bother to think about it and returned to my quest to find an open market. After several minutes of walking, I found one! Suddenly, I heard a gunshot, followed by yelling. I was too far away to decipher the yelling, but I could tell that someone needed help! I dropped my bags and hurried to investigate. I turned a corner to see the bird from earlier being held at gunpoint. An orange cat wielded a small handgun and a nasty expression.
"What a little piece of shit.." I mumbled as I cocked my gun and took aim.
With a steady hand, I pulled the trigger. The bullet whistled through the air, the shot ringing. All fell silent after I fired. After a few seconds which seemed like a millennia, the orange cat fell with a soft thump, his eyes rolling back into its skull. I walked over to the bird, extending a hand.
"Are you okay?" I asked, a small smile adorning my features.
The bird paused and blinked, answering in a hushed voice.
"...Y-yeah, I'm fine..."