I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling... to my own shock.
Why was I not in hell?
I'm not dead?
"Ugh," I flipped over onto my stomach feeling a pain shoot up my abdomen sending me back to the floor. "Fuck, it hurts so much. Guns are bad news."
Pinky was there trembling as well but lying on her back. She's alive! She's fucking alive! Oh my fuck! I almost got her... wait, why didn't she die? "Ugh," she hissed.
"Hey, are you alive?" I groaned in pain.
"I...I'm dying," she gagged violently and a bullet flew from her throat onto the floor. "What the fuck?"
"Woah," I managed to crack a smile despite the pain in my neck. My two fingers were growing back painfully slowly. "It's growing back."
"This is no laughing matter," Pinky hissed. I could tell she was in just as much pain as I was. "I told you not to face anyone head on, didn't I?"
