Two more gunshots echoed through the midnight sky, it came from the east again. This was enough to make Barry scarce, he got away from the bouncer's grip and hurried himself, limping with each step, down south toward the square. Shouting incoherent words of warning and doom along the way.<br/><br/>Although the unusual rate of gunfire that sounded twice in a row before was alarming to some. If one should look out and notice the dimly streets, aside from the slowly fading shouts of the drunk, there was only a calm sense of silence. No panic, No screams, not a single sign of conflict can be seen anywhere. It will give one sense of security and a snap back to reality from the drunk's blasphemies.<br/><br/>Yet it was Quiet. Too Quiet...