Well, even though y'all know the result of the shooting, I'm gonna post a nightfall anyway. I like Chill's story so I'll just be adding to that. Also, JB has had to leave the game for rl reasons, so I'll be killing him as well.
Chill trudges down the street looking for JB and the boys. He finds them sitting around the post office checking the wanted posters. He yells "hey scum" and they all look up. Maybe they just wondered what the noise was? He looks them all in the eye one by one. Still they say nothing.
"Any last words" he drawls.
He stares Ff down and still no response. He sees sweat beading on the kid's forehead. His jaw looks funny - Chill wonders if there's something jammed in the kid's mouth.
Chill fixes each of them with an icy stare watching for that one tell tale flinch. They're a cool bunch all right. Moving his stare from one to the other he works down the line.
Chill draws and fires. The gun is holstered before anyone even knows who's been shot. Even the four look at each other and wonder...
Ff falls to his knees as he realizes Chill has shot him
Chill shoots FF
The bullet from Chill's trusted revolver passes clean through FF's head and keeps going. Unwisely standing behind FF, the bullet lodges in JB's eyeball.
FF was a mafia goon.
JB reels from the pain, and half blind he stumbles and trips...right into his well manicured garden of carnivorous plants. The evilly sticky plants engulf him, and ever so slowly begin digestion. As he lies there dying, the last thought to cross through his head was how unfortunate it was that he couldn't be killed by zombies. JB soon gets his final wish, when Snowy, the zombie cat sacrificed to the gods of mafia by FF, shows up to eat his brains. After Snowy finishes JB off, he moves on to dine on the brains of the one who sacrificed him.
JB was a mafia goon.
Chill remains gunslinger. Next shot must be taken by 6 pm EST on Saturday 9/4.