Chapter 4
Turning towards the door he kicked it open, pointing the shotgun down the hall. His mother was running towards him at full speed. There was a shot and she fell to the floor howling.
Running behind her was the Hispanic man brandishing the pistol. Jeff pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening in the small hallway. It made him back up and the kick was tremendous. He pumped another round into the chamber as the other fugitive rounded the corner of the living room. Jim's chest had imploded his chest leaving him dead instantly.
Tim dived onto his deceased partner groping for the gun as Jeff fired another round blowing a hole in the floor where Tim had been a second ago.
Crawling through the internal organs of his partner he found the gun and pulled the trigger as Jeff pumped another into the chamber. The shot hit him in the thigh, sending the shotgun where his mother lay and sent him sprawling backwards to the floor. He ducked behind the wall where the door was as another shot turned the door frame to splinters.
Wincing at the smoke billowing from his thigh he saw a shadow stand up and then the figure entered the doorway. He turned toward Jeff brandishing the gun.
"Jeff!" He heard his mother scream. Tim turned toward the scream. As he did there was another sound of the shotgun and Tim's head disappeared and fell downward to the floor.
Jeff watched stunned, then slowly began to crawl towards his mother in the hallway. He slowly made his way to his screaming mother as the sirens began to wail in the distance...
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