"The name's Lexi, I'm 30 years old, I'm a Gulf War vet, yep I'm a wounded warrior, a scar from getting shot on my left pert of my chest, it was about a few inches close to my heart, a lucky fuck. Mom's black and my dad's whiter than hell. I just moved here to this trailer park. Here's a tour, this is my living room, the room on the back of the kitchen is my room. The couch can turn into a full sized bed if someone moves in. I got a fine ass TV-"

I just heard a gunshot, the hell's going on!?

"The fuck."

 I got my gun in the holster and wrapped it around my waist. I walked cautiously around until I found two guys out back of the park shooting glass bottles. I was relieved to see it. One of them noticed me, he had curly short hair with sideburns, a stache and a goatee, the other one had black short hair with a earring in one ear, he seemed to have a larger build.

"Sorry to disturb you guys, I heard gunshots, got a bit panicky, so I'm relieved to see you're just target practicing."

"Nah it's cool," The guy with the earring said.

"Yeah you're fine, we're just target practicing, you got a gun on you, wanna join us?"

"Sure."

I walked closer to them.