Taking the easy approach, I pick up the shard of glass that mostly resembled a knife. With the sharp end between my fingers, I readied myself. "YOU SCARED NOW, 'AINT YA?!" the man shouts, his voice booming from the other side of the car. Another blast tore away a large chunk of car directly next to me. I awaited the pump, waiting for him to reveal his location. He pumped it. With all of my strength, I extended my legs to force me out of cover, and with a flick of the wrist and thrust of the arm, the glass shard cut (no pun intended) through the air, sailing into his eye. Blood squirt out of it along with a sickening 'squelsh'. He grabbed at his eye and dropped the shotgun, tearing away at the glass, trying to force it out. It wasn't even in that far, but whatever. I panicked, and climbed into the driver's side of the car through the window. No keys in the ignition.
Damn, where the hell were they?!
