Pub incident

The sounds of gunshot reverberated throughout the pub, and the rest of the men and women who came there to drink and have fun hid underneath their tables to avoid getting shot.

Oswald took cover behind a wall as he kept firing his revolver towards the armed men. The men in black also shot at him.

"Shit." Oswald cursed as he attempted to shoot but realized he was out of bullets. He shifted his gaze towards the chair he once sat in and noticed his black coat on it.

"Fuck. My bullets are inside the pockets of the coat." Oswald pondered, his gaze fixed on the coat a few meters away.

He shifted his gaze towards the men, and immediately he did, the men shot at him and swiftly hid behind the wall.

He took a deep breath in and out before dashing towards the chair. As he ran towards it, they kept shooting at him but he was lucky enough for the bullet not to hit him.

He finally arrived at the location of the coat and he swiftly hid behind the table. He is his right hand into the pocket of the c