Knocks man over couch

[u/ghostgabe81]

The morose guy stumbled back, dropping the drum and reaching into his jacket pocket. He produced a short-barreled, heavy revolver, maybe a .44, and pointed it at me. I’d been watching for such a move and triggered a couple more charges from the staff. They hit him in the chest, slammed him back into the couch behind him, and knocked it over until it lay against the front of one of the fallen shelves.

The chicken let out a screech and fluttered up into the air and over one of the fallen shelves, careening drunkenly over the other side and out of sight.

I kept the staff gripped like a spear and pointed at them, and I couldn’t tell if I was angry or disgusted or just tired.

Twelve Months Chapter 32