The Lost Colony (The Long Winter, #3)

by A.G. Riddle

The sound of the automatic rifle is deafening. It pounds my shoulder as it fires. Metal casings shower the ground, chiming like a slot machine paying out a jackpot.

Nice imagery

All I can do is make the best decisions I can in the moment and prepare myself to make better decisions in the future. Agonizing about them after the fact accomplishes nothing.