"It's true. It only takes one unexpected bullet to end a life. It's a heavy burden, but also a necessary one at times," Times such as now, when simply trying to survive was difficult, as danger could lurk at any corner.

Chocolat took that moment to look the gun over. She had fought others with guns before, and she had been taught of their workings should a moment where she might have to use one ever arrive. But sure enough, such weapons were far from her forte. Regardless, with a little finagling, she was able to pop the chamber open, inspecting it cautiously before holding it up to the light.

"It looks a little rusted over, but I suppose that's to be expected considering the state of everything else here. But the bullets look like they could be the right caliber. We'll have to clean this out first before we can teach you how to fire it though. Do you have anything that could work like a small brush? Like a tiny bit of fabric and a small stick? Maybe something like grease as well."