It had only turned out to be one crazy. I run up to it, knife in hand, hoping it didn't counter.
I successfully get a stab in it. I stab it a few more times before it falls to the ground.
I then run up to all the gas stalls (???) and take out the hoses and toss them on the ground, this leaking fuel. I then grab a fuel canister from inside. However, I decide it was too heavy. God, I've never had the endurance to carry things. I walk away, taking a lighter that I got from inside. I spin the wheel, press the button, and toss it at the leak - but before it even touches the liquid the air bursts into flame. I quickly duck and scramble from the large fire.
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Now that I think of it, what was the use? Was I planning to kill crazies? Do I just like fire? Probably the latter, or both. Oh well, maybe that jackass who decided to ignore me won't have any fuel if he runs out.