I'm here! And I'm lost. I have no idea whatsoever where here is, but I do know that they left me here to die. The guns flashed a split second before I felt the burning sting in my left arm and side. Both were better shots than that. That I knew for certain. They could have inflected death blows, but no they wanted me to lay here on the blood stained Earth and suffer. This was my punishment for not joining them in their betrayal. I lay surrounded by my own blood until both Lycan Overdrive and Devils Daughter were out of site and I could no longer hear the sound of what had been my beautiful 1969 roadrunner being driven away from me. Long after the dust had stilled back onto the ground I pulled myself up into a sitting position and stared weighing my options. There were only three. One I could give in lay back down and die here in the middle of who the fuck knew where. Don't think I like that one very much. Two I could pull my sorry ass up off this dirt floor and just run. Nope, that just seems a bit too cowardly for my taste. So, that leaves option number three. I could get the hell outta this damn dessert and do something to stop those two before they got to Dr D. Yeah, option three it is. Those mutherfukers should have killed me when they had the chance.
