I Hate Fire

Johnny's day had been ultimately boring. Contained within his own little world within the gas station, the happenings of the city rarely registered to him. However recently a large number of things had begun happening at once. According to the tiny T.V. hooked up into one of the corners of the ceiling there was a flu epidemic, a block party, and some people complaining about money or something like that. He snorted when he heard the smallest of them screaming on a microphone about the tyranny of senator so and so, or how the rich had toyed with them for far too long. People had been complaining about money since he had been born, and that had been when the word inflation was largely regulated to balloons or tires. A hacking cough drew his gaze over to the booze aisle. A blocky...person who was wrapped in more clothing than Johnny had ever seen on a single human being stood wheezing and coughing for the next several minutes onto the thankfully closed glass door. Johnny sidled to the left in his chair, he was old and curmudgeonly from time to time, and he didn't need to add the flu to it as well. Regardless, the clothing mountain eventually recovered and approached the register. The voice that came from within the moving cavern surprised Johnny, because it was the lilting voice of either a child or incredibly small woman. "Uh, hi! C-Can I have the, you know, the-the-...this?" She thumped down an Everclear, and Johnny's surprise increased, once because he didn't believe she knew how powerful it was, and that she'd found it despite him hiding it as well he could after the last time . "You do realize what that is, right?" His grating voice made the mountain perform an impossible wince, despite it's size. "O-of course I do! It's booze...righ-it's booze. I'm buying it so-so...yeah!" He stifled a laugh with a cough. The girl was clearly not an experienced drinker, but regardless if her I.D. checked out he could sell it. Upon being presented with the card he blinked, the smiling face of a tiny Caucasian woman who had turned 21 the previous day if Johnny was any judge was not who he had imagined. Then again, the idea of a person seemed strange when connected with the pile of sweaters and scarves in front of him. "You really wanna buy this young lady?" "Y-yes! Of course I do! I'm an adult! I can do whatever I want! So just...just give me the beer please?" The pleading tone to her voice drew a cord in Johnny's heart. Well, drew a cord in a way such that if several men pulled on a ship anchor it might eventually come out of the sea again type of drawing. "Any specific reason why?" The clothes...vibrated. He stared, uncertain whether on not it would explode or something, because at this point very little surprised him. What happened next occurred within about 30 seconds or so. The clothes were slid off like water on wax paper, a woman of around 4" 10" was revealed wearing only sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie, and out of that hoodie came a .44 revolver. "Dammit I gave you a chance!" She screamed at him with tears streaming down her face along with dark eye liner. His body tensed, all he could do was stare at her as she wailed at him about the alcohol. "Gunned down by the most desperate alcoholic I've ever seen. Welp, there are worse ways to go out," he thought. Then she fired.