You get out of bed and have your morning-ly routine, whatever it may be.
You head to your front door because you remembered that a package was supposed to come, however things don't go as planned.
As soon as you open the door, you see a whole lot of people in your neighborhood
Some of them you know, some of them you don't
However, something feels a little different about all of them. Something... off putting.
Then it hits you
They've been turned into fairies...
You start to panic, slamming the door and locking the door so tightly that not even Saitama from One Punch Man could break it down.
You hide in the bedroom closet in an aura of sweat, there's about a thousand things going inside of your head at that very moment.
As you bump around in the dark closet, you feel your shoulder bump into a cold, metal object. Something you had completely forgot was there for many many years.
It was your shotgun.
You quickly open the closet door to get a better look at it. It looked rath