Colin had a bad feeling in his gut about what he was about to do, but he wasn't about to take a risk and let the squirming bimbo be alone with the door open. He lifted up the shotgun ever so slowly as the trapped bimbo writhed and moaned.
He squeezed his eyes shut firmly with intense fear as he just as firmly squeezed the trigger. The blast rang out throughout the house like a cannon, as blood and chunks of brain splattered against the head of the bed, the bimbo's body violently writhing as she gurgled out blood until she eventually stopped.
"Boss, what was that?" a man's voice asked downstairs.
"A gunshot, Jimbo. Somebody else is here, and they're probably after the weapons the old lady's husband left upstairs" another man's voice said.
'Weapons?' Colin thought to himself as he saw the closet in the room, and opened it up, moving boxes quietly and digging the weapons out.
"You mean like that 'Civil War Saber', or that shovel the old guy used in one of those World Wars, or that AK47 thingy, or that shiny new crossbow he got a week before..." Jimbo was sushed.
If this were filmed, it would shift to the downstairs with a Joe Pesci lookalike and a man who looked like a hairless gorilla.
"Do you want the guy up there to know what he's got access to?" Boss, the Joe Pesci guy, asked.
"Nope." Jimbo, the gorilla like man said dumbly.
"Alright, so shut up and follow me." Boss said with his glock raised as they went up the stairs.
Colin ran, slamming the door and pushing the nearby dresser in the way with all his might.
"Come on out or I'll blow your brains out!" Boss yelled through the door.
"Are you sure ww can take him, boss?" Jimbo asked.
"Of course, you idiot! It's two against one." Boss whispers with great aggravation. The Joe Pesci stand-in yelled out this as a follow up:
"OKAY! Jimbo, break through the door!"
The burly man slammed his hamlike fists into the door as hard as he could, starting to crack it within four punches.
Colin dove down near the bed and into the closet, grabbing...