Nox walked, the busted-up city quiet around him for now. The map the system had given him for Princess What's-Her-Face was blinking in his mind's eye, a steady guide through the trashed streets. He kept an eye out, but things seemed mostly dead, at least in this particular section.
His hand drifted to his waist, to the gun still tucked there. 'Seriously, what the hell was I thinking?' he mused. He'd gone through that whole insane fight with the furry boss, almost got himself disemboweled, and not once had he thought to pull out the gun. Not when the monster was pummeling his face, not even when it had him by the hair. It was just… weird.
'Was I too busy trying to play by the system's rules? Or did I just forget I even had the damn thing?' He'd been so focused on leveling up that the simple, old-world solution of just shooting the bastard hadn't even crossed his mind.
