No. guns aren't my thing.
From Create Your Own Story
"I had a pellet gun when I was kid," you say, shrugging. "I guess you should hold onto it."
Claire nods, then steps back down the hallway. "I only found twelve shells," she said. "So we still need to be sneaky. We can't just go around like we're made of iron." She turns to head back down the hall, and you follow two steps behind. Slowly, the two of you make your way out the front door and under the awning that shelters the front door. The rain is unbelievably heavy, and the wind blows hard enough to nearly topple both of you. Claire swings around, aiming the gun at the dark night, pointing it at a singular car that sits on the side of the street.
"Should we take that?" She asks.
"Can you hotwire a car?" You ask.
"I think so," she says, screaming over the wind and rain.
