Monster Hunter: The Third Bullet, Part 2
“Here’s the last of it,” Petra grunted as she set the large sack of salt on the bar.
Vic glanced up as she finished filling her last casing. “Good. That’ll be plenty. You sure you don’t mind?”
“Not getting much use for it now,” she shrugged. “And no one’s comin’ in again if you don’t lick this problem right quick.”
Vic sealed the cartridge with a wad of paper. “Well, I ain’t goin’ to promise I’ll win. Never fought a dry-one before.”
“What’s that?”
Vic sighed as she slipped two prepared cartridges into Petra’s shotgun. “The deserts, the windy places of the Borderlands…they do something to the dead, but they can do something to the living too. You get thirsty, even if you have water. You start losing things; your self, your skin, your thoughts…eventually, all that’s left is hate.”