Trick your death

F Country, within a remote part of Velvet City which was two hours away from West Alina.

The sound of a gunshot echoed throughout an abandoned warehouse. Accompanied by that was the thudding sound of someone falling on the ground after letting out a moan of pain. A second later, a swarm of rats and cockroaches hiding on or under some of the dirty stacked up crates from the side scurried out startled, the loud continuous sounds breaking the silence of the dark place.

The man wielding the handgun was wearing a large black coat over his body. He stood at the entrance with a hand holding the gun positioned in front of him, his lowered face was hidden by the black cap, but the eyes peeking out were brown and cold, emotionless even. It was like shooting down a live human was nothing but a walk in the park, natural and a matter of fact.

He strode towards the direction of the boy he shot down, intent on triple-checking if the person was truly dea