I don't know why there was a shotgun in a patients room, but there was. Maybe the guy was a hunter or something. Lucky me, my dad was also a hunter.
Even though he never takes us with him to go hunting, he still taught me how to use a shotgun. I'm pretty sure it's because I'm the oldest in the family, so I'm next in line to take over the family business.
So, back to the story.
I grabbed the shotgun, and started looking for the bullets. I guess luck wad on my side that day because the bullets were in an unlocked box near the bedside table. And on top of that, the bow was filled with all different size bullets.
Just as I finished loading the gun, one of the Hybrids punched through the door.
I readied the gun and waited.
A few seconds went by. I was breathing heavily, my finger already on the trigger.
When the wolf Hybrid peeked into the room, I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
I flinched back, as the monster dropped to the floor.
The others started pouring into the room, as I started reloading.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
All the Hybrids dropped dead.
Breathing hard, I wiped the sweat from my brow.
At the time, I really couldn't believe what I had just done. Even though I was just trying to survive, that didn't help the fact that I had just taken my first life.
I dropped the shotgun as I fell to my knees, crying.
"I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."