Ow... That smarts.
"Owww..." My eyes opened, I was facing the early morning summer sky, and there was the familiar scent of piss and sweat, the alleyway was empty, and when I leaned my head forward, I saw the black pit of a similarly familiar barrel pointed at my head. "Easy there buddy, hold it." The guy was homeless, and he had a shake to him and his voice which suggested a meth problem. Sure enough, as I looked away from the barrel of the gun towards the guy who was pointing it at me. Behind him, over his shoulder, was the pitch black form of an addiction demon. His fangs a set of needles, his maw embedded into the neck of the homeless guy like some kind of drug-fueled vampire. "Hey man, easy, lower the gun, you and I both know you don't need a felony on your record. Especially being as there are some police not even a block and a half away." The man looked at me, looked down at the shotgun, looked back at me. "I could sell this." he muttered. "A sawn-...