Chapter 138 Creating Bloody Art

• I opened the door and took the steps one at a time, the gun held with both hands, having reloaded it. The music was loud, making it impossible to hear anything.
• I reached the steel door at the top, placing my bloody hand on it then pushed the handle down slowly. I jerked the door open, sliding in with my finger on the trigger, ready to make it rain. My eyes fell on a kitchen island, the kitchen empty, bottles of beer and trash everywhere, a stink in the air.
• Slowly, I went through, leaning against the wall. I slid down then peeped into the living room where they all were. Smoke filled the room, the stench of alcohol heavy.