Just as the mug of slightly bubbly brown liquid begins to pass over Sam's lips a sound can be heard the brings all conversation in the bar to a stop. The sound of a pistol being fired and a bullet tearing through the insides of a human. The silence was deafening as all eyes, including Eric's, turn to where the shot came from.
Through the ridged pane of glass that surrounded his world Eric can make out a man, one who he didn't know the name of, but had seen more than once around the bar. The man was staggering to his feet, and slowly he brought his hand up to his chest, and pulling it away Eric could see that his palm was red with blood. As if in slow motion the man slumped to the floor, and then fell face first into a pool of his own blood mixed with his spilled beer.
Across from the man, and holding her still smoking gun in a death grip was a woman of no more than twenty five years of age, a large difference from the man who she'd just killed, who was at the very least fifty, if not more. Looking around at all the staring faces the girl had a wild eyed look in her eyes. Holding the gun aloft she swung it around at the patrons of the bar.
"YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS?!" she shouted at everyone, and most just stood dead still for a moment, before a general panic broke out. Screams erupted from everywhere, and no one was sure what to do. In his own panic Sam downed his beer in one go and then began to run for the door. Eric, having been stunned by the shooting in his favorite bar, was just bobbing in the beer like a cork when Sam drank it all in one pull, but was lucky enough to be in one of the drops that missed Sam's mouth, and instead fell into the boy's pocket.
Running outside, screaming at people to hurry up or get out of his way, Sam was one of the first to the bar's back door, and was the first to actually stumble out into the alley behind it. Not missing a beat he just kept running, with Eric jostling in his pocket, unable to even move at the moment because of the movements of his current transporter. Without any real course of action open to him Eric just began to hold onto the shirt fibers around him, and hoped Sam would stop soon. Sam however kept running and did not stop until he was...
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