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Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
It was a mighty fine day. Yup. One of those days where you just let the sun shine down and soak it all up. It had started out like that, anyway. Deep down, she knew there would never again be a day when she could just walk around what was left of this town and enjoy it.
She had heard the gunshots first. Then a little TING! It was the unmistakable sound of a little homemade target practice with tin cans. ‘Christ, they are teaching themselves how to shoot now’ she thought. It was almost impossible, but the world going to a hell in a handbag was impossible once too. She figured she might be able to sneak up behind them, maybe catch them off guard. She turned the corner as she drew her Px4 Storm from its holster, cocked and ready. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide as her gun almost fell from her hands. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her.
Her mouth was open, but her voice had escaped her. Her mind racing…there, right THERE in front of her was Adrianna Steele. Trixie stood there, looking like a fool at the sister she thought was dead. Motionless, as if her feet were stuck in the cement, she didn’t know whether to embrace her or shoot her right then. The emotions hit her like a brick wall, the fury from the pain she’d felt over losing her all those months ago, the overwhelming joy and relief that she was alive, and more than just barely.