Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171024230342/@comment-30700719-20171025032454

I pull the trigger, watching as the hammer clicks once, then twice. I spin the gun around, holding it by the barrel. Swinging around, I slam the butt of the gun into the second one's rib cage. While she's stunned, I grab her with two hands and shove her into the hallway to the side. Raising the gun above my head, I strike at the first, only for her to catch the blow and wrench the gun from my hands. I step back a bit and pull out my nightstick. "Target ready to receive correction," I mumble. She swings her arm at me, and I block it before landing a hit on her shoulder. It does absolutely nothing, and I bash at her head. Yeah, sure, her head goes swinging around like a bobble head, but she doesn't even flinch. She just stands there as blow after blow connects, slowly stepping forward. "Target is resisting, request backup," I mumble into the radio. She reaches out with the speed of a mantis, grabbing my shoulder. With her other hand, she rips the radio off my chest. It squeals for a moment, then dies. She utters a single word...

"Husband...."