Vince hit the ground with a resounding thud.
"AND STAY OUT"
Vince had been bounced out of yet another night club. He lay there for several minutes, alone, cold, and completely smashed. Vince finally managed to will him self off the ground. He had no where left to go, no place to seek shelter, no friends or family to rescue him from the hell that is Liberty City.
Vince decided that he had to get off the streets before the cops found him in such a dilapidated state. He began to wander aimlessly for hours without any definite purpose or goal. Unbeknownst to him, as he had still not quite recovered from his night on the town, he had begun to dip into the seedy downtown section of Liberty City.
He could here the tormented cries of a world not known to most. They're were screaming children, meandering drunks, the sound of a lone bullet echoed throughout the streets. Vince, having regained most of his consciousness, knew that he had to get the hell out of dodge.
He spun around many times, not sure which way would bring him back to civilization as we know it. He realized that he had no way of defending himself, and had been carrying a little to much money, planning on staying later at the night club. He finally decided on the direction that was the most lit up. After walking for several minutes, he came to a four way cross. Again he did not know which way would take him "home".
A bottle shattered behind him, then in front, and to the sides. It appeared as though these people had been following him for some time. He looked around for any form of escape. Vince spotted a fire escape on his left and he ran to it. The thugs began to chase after him at full force. He leaped onto the fire escape and began furiously clawing his way up.
All of the sudden he was brought to a halt. One of the muggers had gotten hold of his leg. Vince kicked him in the face, and the attacker fell down, only managing to take one of Vince's boots with him. Vince finally made his way to the top. He ran as fast as he could to the other end of the roof, skidding along the gravel top, only to find a three story drop awaiting him. Two of the thugs were already down there, just waiting for him to plummet.
A lone thug, probably armed, approached him at a snails pace, savoring the catch. As he approached, Vince thought, "What the hell did I do to get here?" All of his mistakes had finally caught up to him, and as the attacker raised a pistol at him, he knew it was going to be in the form of a bullet.