Final chapter. Lord, I must seem depressed...
Jet Star
I knew Ghoul—Frank—was dead before I turned around and saw him. All three of my best friends were dead. All I had left was the small, frightened girl that ran beside me. I pushed her faster, until she ran in front of me. I turned around, shooting at the Dracs that began to pour out of the building.
We were almost at Dr. Death-Defying's van. I could see a female Killjoy driving. The door was open. I saw Dr. D. I pushed Missile ahead of me. Only a little more. I turned around, moving more slowly, walking backwards. I shot at every Drac that I saw. Shots whizzed around me, charring skin and hair as they went past. The Dracs fell in piles on each other. I took down maybe twenty Dracs.
"JET, WE HAVE TO GO!" yelled Dr. D. "COME ON!"
I started to turn. It was over. We were out. Then the first shot hit me. Pain exploded through my chest. All of a sudden, the world was gone. Just plain, black...
Nothing.