Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. I never read the book. It was there. I flipped through it. I thought it was funny. Now it's fucking happening.
Ok, calm down. There are a thousand other things I never read, never played, but I heard Steve and Quin talk about them enough.
Focus. "Shoot em in the head," they said. Guns. We need guns. FUCK! This is Seattle. Where are we gonna.... Aurora. Down by the beer mart. Beer mart. It's probably cracked open by now anyway, looted. They won't miss another 12pk. Ok, guns. There's a gun shop down there, down by Beth's. Fuck that's a long way. But it's the only way.
We pick up Mike, we get Gonzo, and we get the fuck over to the gun shop.
I haven't held a gun since I was 12. All those years in college and in DC that I wanted to take lessons. Why did I never do it? There were ranges, and lord knows I have the friends for it. Now I'm here, running on adrenaline and a thirst for survival, and I haven't held a gun in 14 years. I have bigger hands and a sharper mind, but as for the fear... I could be 12 again.
But in this moment, when life and death are as black and white as they get, I'm a fighter.
I'll shoot em in the head.
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