Trigger Time Gun And Pawn Novels & Stories

It's another magazine for the gun; I'm running low on ammunition. I raise the gun and fire two more shots. The third time I pull the trigger, nothing happens. It just clicks, and the zombie in front of me keeps charging. I don't have time to do anything with the extra ammo before the zombie is within arms length. I give up trying to reload the gun and just tighten my hold on the grip and swing it as hard as I can when the zombie steps closer.

She looked like she had some sort of a gun with a trigger ready to be pulled anytime in case someone would fail to follow her. “The punishment will be?” Jieve asked, quoting the word punishment by carving invisible quotation marks in the air with his fingers. Four meters away from the circle, Travis dropped his black knapsack on the floor and it automatically stole everybody’s attention. In response to The Black Chain pianist’s question, he mimicked, “Bang! Bang! Bye-bye.” He lifted his left hand up in the air, and pointed a revolver to Philip. “You’ve got a gun?” Geodie covered her mouth. “You’ve got a gun!”

Shane regretted interacting with the angel of death, who seemed capable of taking his life anytime if he wasn't cautious. "An ideal woman for you, indeed, sir. For me, Miss Arren is an EXEMPLARY woman." Shane revised his words, emphasizing another reassuring judgment for his employer's legitimate spouse. Shane began to realize there was an aura of jealousy brewing inside Leon. This awareness arose when Shane heard a faint 'click,' like the sound of a trigger being pulled ready to release a shot. The sound reminded him of the distinctive characteristic of a semi-automatic rifle. Shane started paying attention to the details of the Glock 22 gun held by Leon, understanding that the 'click' indi

he whispered. "Don't move, Leo," I said. My voice was a plea I didn't recognize. "Stay very still. Like a statue." "The trigger is pressure-sensitive," Vesper said. "Even if you shoot me, my thumb slips. Boom. If he stands up? Boom. If he breathes too hard? Boom." "Take me." Ignatius stepped forward. He dropped his gun. It clattered on the wet floor. "Ignatius, no," I breathed.

The guard’s finger twitched near the trigger. Suddenly, the lights cut. Complete darkness. Just a heartbeat. And then.. A single gunshot.

This was the first time I’d ever taken a gun with trembling hands. “Just shoot. Don’t hesitate,” Alexei said. I drew a breath and aimed the gun at his shoulder. If this really could trigger his memories, then so be it. My finger tightened on the trigger once. On the second pull, there was no turning back. BANG!

I rolled the silencer to the mouth of the gun until it clicked firmly into place. “Two more steps,” I told him with a smirk. He obeyed again. I lifted my arm, aiming at the control box. With steady hands, I pulled the trigger. The gun coughed silently, and the box sparked violently. Bright flashes of light danced like fireworks inside it before everything went dead. A sharp beeping followed, continuous and loud like an alarm clock that would not quit. I smiled. Exactly as the old-timers in prison had described.

the guy said, looking at it while grinning A gun??...gun?? they're gonna use it one me?? Noooooooo!!!!! "I can't take a gunshot! Please, don't do this to me !"I whimpered pitifully and River chuckled "It's a nail gun our dear Luna. Not some normal kind of gun" he said and grinned "Nail gun?" I repeated with quivering lips "Yeah, it has sharp poisoned nails instead of bullets and at a shot, it releases three nails" Tammy replied and smriked " Heard once you have twenty one nails in your body, you'll stay alive in pains for three days and for those three days, the blood will turn black completely as the poison spreads, then the person dies. Why don't we try it out?" River snickered

Then, with a grunt, he scratched his beard and adjusted his gun before walking out, the door clicking shut behind him. Cara let out a shaky breath. “Val…” I crouched and snatched the keys before my nerves could betray me. I put them under my shirt and pull Cara closer. My heart thumping in my chest. It will soon be over. We waited till there was no any sound behind the door. We've studied their routine. Two men stand guard for two hours and are replaced by another two. The period of the shift was our chance. I slowly crept to the door and twisted the knob , my hands trembling .

The car rumbled over roots and gravel before coming to a halt in a small clearing, hidden from view. He jumped out and yanked open the trunk. There it was—his own graphene vest, grimy and wrinkled, but intact. He strapped it on without hesitation. The metal was cold against his skin. Then he pulled the gun from his waistband, loaded a round, clicked the safety off, and stared down at his chest. He didn't think. He didn't breathe. He pulled the trigger. Bang. The impact slammed him backwards onto the forest floor, knocking the air from his lungs. Pain exploded in his chest like a sledgehammer. His fingers spasmed. He groaned and rolled to his side, eyes clenched shut.