In the midst of an smoldering building that was topped with an never-ending flame, there laid a young man holding a Remingtong870 Express shotgun. In there, laid a counter where customer service once boldly stood in the front right of the store; He gripped the gun tighter, eyes strained, and breathing slowly begun to accelerate as his adrenaline rose. Slowly as the silence was to seduce him, a crack of glass woke him up from the illusion and he tensed the gun tighter once more. Another step and
