Notes: For primeval100: challenge 248: Shattered
Becker stared at the mess of plastic and metal that had been crushed into the ground inside the huge footprint. The barrel was recognisable, if completely bent, but the stock had been shattered under a few tonnes of pissed off dinosaur.
The poor thing hadn’t stood a chance.
“That was my favourite shotgun,” he lamented, bending down to pick up the pieces.
Danny and Connor came up beside him, Danny patting his arm in sympathy.
“We can get you a new one, right Danny?” Connor said, but Becker shook his head.
“It won’t be the same. I liked that one.”