To put it mildly; today has not been my favourite day.
To be more accurate; today could be described as bloodsport.
The plan today was to unhinge the door and ergo the ladder to the loft and let it drop down. This would prevent the Rani from being able to get to us, and at the same time we would be able to get to them.
For whatever reason the Rani are here (I blame the scent we leave behind as we move) they are staying put. Upon opening the door we were greeted by a crack from it landing on a few followed by a show of hands from below.
I'm not great at maths but just by looking at them I could tell it wasn't going to be fun.
So we lined up shots (with silencers on obviously) with the weapons we had the most ammo with. I thought that at the very least we would get some semi decent target practice. But then I fired. I took one out. My heart wrenched and I was sick. I instantly knew how Pete felt shooting that guy point blank.
Shooting them when they are a horde chasing you is one thing; you can almost forget what they are and just pull the trigger, but when they look at you with almost human eyes with a hint of regret... I just can't cope with it...
It was a very long day and we only shot a few, but it was enough for me. It was more than enough...
I wonder, as I sit here with just a cloth pinned at each corner hiding them from me, if they will be frightened off.
I hope they will be frightened off.
I hope you make another day
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