I Took Off the Skirt. Wanna See? – Part 01

“Darling!”

I heard Saras shout.

Since getting stabbed to death and turning into a zombie, I’d experienced all kinds of ways to die over the months. Explosions. Even getting a bamboo spear shoved up my ass.

But all of that involved swords, magic, ninjutsu—fantasy stuff.

This was a novel sensation. Getting my head shot by a modern weapon made specifically to kill people—a gun.

Saras instantly grabbed my body and dropped to the ground with me. She was telling me to keep my head down.

“I’m fine. Stay calm,” I said, pressing my fingers to the hole in my forehead to stop the blood.

I knew right away it was a fatal hit. My head felt light and fuzzy.

My thoughts stalled, but with what little clarity I had left, I scanned the area.

Who shot me? And from where?

The angle was diagonal. This wasn’t a random passerby’s