Save The Last Shot

He could hear them approaching from down the hall where he hid around the corner. There was still three of them left and from the sound of their approach they didn't seem at all concerned with the fight he'd thus far given them. True evil never really worries about such mirtal matters.
Quickly he reloaded three of his remaining four rounds into the cylinder of his old Colt Single Action Army revolver, a hand-me-down passed all the way along from his great grandpa. The gun had a long history of taking out the enemies of this world, and as long as he held it in his calloused fist he'd make sure that history lived on and grew. Just as his predecessors had.
He reached down to his pocket to make sure he had that one special round. A round he knew all too well. It was distinct from the others due to the hand written etching along its side that read, "Retirement Plan. Emergency use only." Just about everyone in his "field" carried a similar bullet around with them.
'I'm not planning on using that round today,' he told himself as he rounded the corner and began shooting.
'Not today.'

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