My Horrible DreamChapter 4
Only a little searching produced the BFG, and on the shelf with it was a belt of ammunition. But this ammunition was different: each bullet point was painted red. Oh, dear God, I hoped that meant that the bullets were explosive. If they were, that would make life a whole lot simpler. Yep, as before, as soon as I picked up the BFG, I was fully dressed in the standard battle dress that I had been wearing the last time. That certainly was a relief, and I felt like my chances of surviving this...