Unrelated to bread, but holy shit Anons my heart is racing.
I heard a noise from inside the garage and realized I never locked it up.
>2 AM
>pull .30-06 from my right pocket and immediately load it into rifle, put a few more between my teeth in case I miss
>move towards garage with murderous intent, staying low to the ground and out of lines of sight, avoid triggering the motion lights
>knock on garage door loudly, move out of the way and take aim at the doorway without exposing myself
>line up iron sights with where I think his head will be when he pops out, not even gonna chance this
>wait, heart racing
>nothing
>knock again, repeat
>fuck it, I'm going for the kill
>"THIS GARAGE HAD BETTER BE FUCKING EMPTY!"
>kick door open, take aim, eyes darting across every darkened corner and past every possible cover position
>move inside, finger on the trigger the whole way, sweep entire garage while taking cover behind years and years of stored boxes and crates
>nothing
>a fucking ammo can had fallen from inside the top cabinet door and made the noise
I'm going to hear about this in the morning. My neighbors probably saw me LARPing fucking PUBG in my backyard at 2 AM with a loaded rifle.
My heart is still racing and I've been chain smoking for the past hour or so.
Maybe these digs just have me paranoid. I'm laughing about it now, but damn.