BANG!
Brad froze. His face slowly crumpled as he looked down at his chest. Blood quickly soaked his shirt from within, crawling like spider webs across the fabric.
BANG!
The second bullet struck his hand, making him drop his weapon. Slowly, he turned toward the source. Through his blurred vision, he first caught the smoke rising from a handgun's muzzle.
And then, he saw her. The one holding it was…
Penelope Bennet.
BANG!
The third shot hit him again, and this time, he was not sure where. Brad collapsed backward with a loud thud. His fall felt slower than it should, with pain blooming from his chest and hand, spreading through his entire body.
'Damn you, Shawn…' he cursed internally, before finally hitting the floor.
THUD.
"Ugh…" he groaned, clutching at his chest—or rather, somewhere near his armpit. But the pain had already spread across his shoulders and down to every inch of him.
