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20 yr old Me:

Husk gets some unexpected visitors late at night but he takes care of them

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Chapter 2 - Shit Starts

The snowman on the porch kept going on and off and the clock said 3:32 A.M. Husk got up, grabbed a robe, and walked down the stairs. As he walked to the kitchen, three armed people in the darkness followed him, carrying guns. Although, one was also carrying a syringe filled with no doubt some kind of deadly fluid.

When Husk closed the door behind him, lights turned on, the secret would-be attackers made signals among themselves to know when to strike. The moment they were ready, they crept towards the kitchen door. Then one kicked the door down and turned around, trying to find the target to shoot. However, the kitchen didn’t have any other people than the would-be shooter.

Then, upon the shooter in the kitchen turning back to his comrades, Husk popped up from the room behind the two in the hallway. He grabbed the closest one by the head and twisted it, slamming them against the wall. Husk punched another down. The final one, the one with the syringe, tried to attack. First, they tried punching with the gun. Then they tried to inject the fluid into Husk. However, Husk managed to block both attempts and even grabbed the hand with the syringe to inject it into the final guy. Once Husk was done giving the final guy his shot, he watched them drop their arms and fall to the floor, hitting the wall first.

Husk straightened his robe as he heard someone on the radio, “come on, unit one.” He heard the same words repeated as he looked at the bodies littering his home.

Then Husk heard, “unit one, respond” as he looked out the window with the snowman in front.

Husk took the magazine from the small gun of the syringe guy and went into the kitchen, turning off the lights. He grabbed a frying pan, placed it on the stove, dropped the bullets from the magazine, and poured oil on top of that. Then Husk left it like that, heading down to the basement. Once there, he started hitting the ground with a sledgehammer until, finally, he got to a case filled with money, passports, and a gun of his own.

The bullets were still being cooked as Husk packed and readied his gun. By the time he was done, the bullets in the frying pan went off. To the outside viewer, it would have looked like a shoot-out. It certainly seemed that way to three more secret shooters who have their own guns. The makeshift shoot-out didn’t relent until several things were thoroughly destroyed. The snowman, the reindeer, the front porch, the kitchen furniture, a wall and window to the house.

Finally, one of the attackers from the outside fired a small bomb that reaches several halls and a few rooms. For some strange reason, absolutely none of the neighbors heard any of that or came out to investigate.

Regardless, after the explosion, the attackers stepped inside and through the wreckage, trying to find Husk. When one turned to a window, one where Husk was waiting, the old man immediately fired his gun. It made Husk's target fly across the room and hit a wall, now dead.

The other two signaled to each other on what to do. So one stepped in a hall, ready to attack, only for Husk to be there behind him and shoot. The light it made showed the silhouette of the person falling to ground. The last shooter got anxious, shooting everywhere they went. By the time they got to the kitchen, the stove having a small fire on it by now, the shooter needed to reload. That was the chance Husk needed to shoot them, which he did.