Just a quick note, this is not meant to be a fantastic and well written out story. Just a little something I did for fun for a couple of friends. Please be mature and we'll get along fine.
"RUN YOU IDIOT! THEY'RE CATCHING UP!" shouted the gruff voice from the man who was shooting behind himself.
The voice came from a balding middle aged man who was firing at the men who was chasing them. He got a few lucky hits in, but most of his shots missed. He was more used to taking his enemies head on, but he hadn't really anticipated a fully armed militia guarding their prize. Running beside him was a young bearded man with brown hair and carrying closed case with him. One of his eyes was partially glazed as he didn't have full use of it anymore.
It was supposed to be a simple job. Sneak into a survivalist compound in the woods, take a brief case loaded with goods from one of the sheds, and slip out. But no, as soon as Trevor had spotted someone walking towards the shed as the younger man was working with the lock to the case's safe, he had to shoot the guy. And here they were with their prize and running downhill through the forest trying to get away from them. Bullets impacted the trees and ricocheted into the brush.
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't started shooting people Trevor," yelled the younger man.
"BLAH BLAH BLAH! Once we get to the truck we'll get out of here. These people haven't heard the last of me," Trevor said with agitation in his voice.
"Just don't bring their bodies around MY mortuary. You do whatever you want with them, said the younger man.
It wasn't long before they reached Trevor's orange truck and they jumped inside as soon as they reached them. Before the younger man could even get himself buckled in, Trevor had started the engine and they were rushing down a dirt road and away from where the shots were coming from and sure enough they stopped all together.
Trevor began laughing and whooping and said, "See that Robin? I told you it'd be no trouble."
But the young man, Robin, was busy trying to catch his breath. It had been a wild run down the hill and the fact that they were being shot at at the same time had sent his adrenaline surging. Now that it had worn off, he had to let the shock wear off too. And Trevor's wild driving through the woods was certainly not helping things at all.
Robin merely looked up at the sky as they drove by and said, "Why did I get mixed up in all of this? Where did I go wrong?"
To better understand Robin's story we'll have to go back to a time before he got involved with Trevor Phillips. To a time where things were much happier for him.
Next time we'll learn a little more about Robin's past and how he came to get involved with Mr Phillips.