He was rolling around on the ground screaming. He had a long cut on his cheek from where the elbow had struck him, his forehead was pouring blood into his eyes, making hard to see, and his mouth tasted metal.
When he finally came to his senses, Rosemary was already running. He quickly threw himself onto the shotgun.
He quickly steadied, aimed and.... Let her go. He let both of them go.
No use spending valuable ammunition. They'll probably be dead soon anyway, with all the Hansels and Tylers and Travises out there.
He lowered the weapon and collapsed on the ground, exhausted. He looked into the sky, and began laughing.
I finally have a REAL weapon. After so many fucking days.... Finally I have a gun!
He didn't stop laughing for a good while.
[Travis Webster continued in The Mad and Hungry Dogs