I’m not alone here, and I can’t, under any circumstances, let the other occupant know where I am, lest I meet an untimely end.
I gasp, hold my breath, and grab the bottle just before it shatters on the ground. I lift the box to grab the ammo, and a bottle of wine I didn’t notice rolls off the shelf. Then, while making my way through a dark distillery, I spot some ammunition in an upside-down crate.
