𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Shit.

Cesar huffed in pain, nearly falling over many times falling into his house.

"Ow— fuck..Ow- ow..Jonah.."

He panted, wincing in pain.

He got up, navigating himself to his room,

He sat on his bed, looking at the gun shot wound..He didn't cry, he just felt horrible, his body hurt.

He grabbed the alcohol on his bedside table and tissues.

He poured the alcohol on the tissue..Of course.

"Okay..Three..Two..One..—"

Cesar pushed out the bullet, tearing up.

"Fuck!— Hhnnnn..-"

Cesar cleaned the wound, wincing and whimpering.

"F-Fuck— Shit- Ow!— Owowowowowow..!—.."

Cesar wrapped his arm in bandages, sighing.

"I can't believe Jonah would do that to me..How..Stupid of him!..You don't do that to friends."

Cesar sounded like a massive hypocrite, he didn't care though, he was more focused on Jonah.

"I thought he stopped using guns after Mark went missing..Motherfucker."

Cesar's stomach growled.

"Wh— And I didn't get anything to eat! I'll kill that bitch."

Cesar got up, huffing.

He went out of his room, opening the door and walking outside.

"They still live in that one house right? They're so stupid."

Cesar was navigating through the cold dark night sky, he was really focused on finding them.

"Oh! Well would you look at that."

Cesar stared at the house, grinning.

"Well, time to get to work, then!"