As I near the area where I saw smoke, it suddenly cuts off. That might throw my search-
I was tackled from behind by a crazy. Pain shoots up my leg from my ankle. I scream in pain as the crazy punches my chest.
I whip out my knife and stab at him, but only hit his stomach. I wish these guys could feel the pain I am feeling now. I might black out again, and it would kill me out in the street. Fortunately, I have my gun. I hit his wound knocking him off of me. At least they can still feel a little pain.
His wound is bleeding, and the inside of my chest is bleeding. Crap. So I shot him. In the chest. He lunged and I shot him again. And again. Pretty soon I had to reload and he was still crawling at me, probably paralyzed. I kicked his face with my good foot, hit him with the butt of my rifle and he still never cried out in agony. My god what has science done? As I saw this was getting me nowhere, I put his head up and put my knife between his eyes with a quick jab.
I continue to move in the direction of the last wafts of dissolving smoke.
You guys have to realize the sound of a gun being fired is really freaking loud. At this distance you could never not hear it, even in the city.
I mean LOUD. Have you ever fired one? HOLY CRAP!
So notice me! :c
