[ IP ] Hollow Point

You ’ d figure a graveyard would be off limit for the fuckers. I ’ m here to pay my respects to my good friend. Not to be bait for the assholes. Already killed one. Might even have to use what I was supposed to leave for him. A hollow point bullet. Just like the one I put through the asshole ’ s head. 
 
 I flick the lighter open, holding the silenced gun in one hand. A red dot works up from my chest to land on my head as I light the cigarette. It ’ s a beautiful autumn day. All the leaves have fallen from the trees. I flick the lighter back closed, dodging to the side before the shot can ring out. It hits the tree behind where I was standing. 
 
 I lift the gun and shoot another respect-less asshole attempting to come up from the side. He drops like a sack of potatoes and a shot from the sniper grazes my hand. I look over the wound, the burned skin stinking. A good shot. Quick. 
 
 Another round drops another idiot trying to use the tombstones as cover. I ’ m drawn back enough that the sniper can ’ t get a bead on my hand again. Last thing I need is to be weaponless. I have to move sooner or later though. My car ’ s bulletproof. I can see it from here. 
 
 Right past all the others pouring out of the woodwork towards me. There ’ s a red dot further down on my leg. A second sniper. Or the first has moved. No choice but to run headlong into enemy lines. Exactly what they ’ d want I ’ m sure but I suppose it doesn ’ t matter which way I go. There ’ s one for either direction. 
 
 Autumn. No leaves. A chill in the air. A good day to die. A smile crosses my face.
