Opening his eyes, Victor realise his is laying on the ground.
He felt a senses of dread but he felt a familiar cold metallic feels that blooms his heart.
He looks on his left hand and he sees the only person who stay with him since he was a child.
A gun.
He hug it not caring where he is.
He look at the gun and it shock to his core.
Because he saw.
He saw.
He saw his gun is dirty.
He cleans it.
Suddenly he heard something behind him.
He look behind him and saw.
A giant rolling eye.
He stand up.
Look at the eye.
The eye dilate and focus on him.
He felt disgust and shot it.
The giant eye rolled around.
And suddenly.
The eye pop into purple goo.
He protects his gun.
He look around.
Then he realized, he say a lots of giant eye.
Realising the eye might explode into goo that will cover his beloved gun.
He holds it tightly.
And runs off.
Not knowing from a far distance that is quite far.
A girl with a chain mace weapon thingies hold her weapon tight.
She squint her eyes.
She look closer at the running Victor.
"What is that he is holding?"
To Be contendurt