It was late at night and I had fallen asleep at a family member’s house not that long ago. I tend to get up early in the morning to write before the family wakes up, so that means I crash pretty early as well.
I’d just gotten a few hours sleep when I heard it. Eight gunshots ripping through the air. They were close, too. Not at the house, but one very close to it.
While I tend to be a pretty heavy sleeper, but that snapped me right out of it. I immediately reached for my pistol, a flashlight, and was up before I’d done much more than processed those were, indeed, gunshots.