I apologise for any spelling mistakes, my spell checker isnt working at the moment. Ill post some more next week sometime, enjoy…..
'Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.'
Jimmy felt the ground beneith him and spat soft wet mud from his mouth as he pushed himself up. The back of his head began to ache and he felt back there for injury, his hand returned with dried blood on his fingers and he turned himself over and lay on his back. Looking at the sky, he wondered what had happened, he remembered driving, then driving faster until he…..he must have crashed, but for some reason he also remembered jumping from the bridge. A riot, that was it, and some people had been after him.
He sat up completely and looked at his surroundings, the bridge was at least a mile away now, he must have landed in the water and drifted downstream, hitting his head at some point and knocking himself out cold. The place he had been laying was what looked like a sewage outlet that hadnt been used in years, although there was still large amounts of wet garbabe which he then realised was what he had been laying in all along. Jimmy pushed himself to his feet and staggered to the water's edge to wash himself off, looking at his reflection. He was covered in mud, grime and other things he didn't want to think about. Anyone who saw him would think he was some kind of monster with all the gunk on him.
Jimmy reached into his pocket and found his cell phone, which had blue coloured stains on the screen from getting wet. It was useless now, he tried turning it on but nothing happened so he dropped it and checked his watch. It was 7am in the morning now, he had been out cold for at least the night, the watch didn't display the date so he couldn't tell what day it was.
"I need a hospital," he said to himself as he tried to climb the bank.
He grasped onto the branch of a tree as he tried to find a good foothold, but it was just too steep. Jimmy scanned the water for any passing boats, but the nearest was a small sailing craft two hundred metres away. The strength he needed to get there was something he didn't possess, the head wound was now starting to sting now that he was using up what energy he had left.
Trying again, Jimmy pulled himself up the bank and grasped the top with both hands. He looked over the top to see a small boat yard ahead, which was messy with crates laying scattered across the ground in disorganised heaps. He carefully hosted himelf up and started to slowly walk towards it, checking around for people although the rioting must be over by now, the cops ould have everything under control. He reached what appeared to be a security office at the main gate, but no one was inside the small hut and the gates were mangaled and broken. He checked his head again, but the blood was still dry so he didn't have to worry about blood loss.
Inside Jimmy found scattered papers and a phon off the hook, when he checked the line there was no tone. He tried a few times dialing but it wasn't working. Then he thought about his own business, they would be losing a lot of funds due to the riot, it would cost them hundreds of dollars just to get back on track, thousands depending on how much damage the rioters had done to the company office.
"God damm it," he said, sitting on the chair with his head in his hands," I'm gonna lose the business,"
Time passed as he sat thinking about how much money they were going to lose, he waited and waited for someone to come. He didn't know how long he had ben sitting there, but a clang brought him to his senses. He looked up, trying to find the source but he saw no one around the small yard. Dismissing it as his imagination, he tried the phone again, but there was still nothing.
A splintering crack made him jump and he looked up just in time to see a dark skinned man slam into the window followed by two other men in the same uniform of the boat yard, Jimmy fell off the chair and pressed himself againt the other side of the secuity box, glancing at the door, which was still open. The men pounded against the window hard and the glass started to crack and that same crazied look the rioters had appeared on their faces, Jimmy noticed one man had his intestines hanging out and had left a trail a good five metres behind him. He paniced and ran for the door and he sprinted out the gate and onto a small dirt road. Another person appeared from the side, where Jimmy caught a fleeting glance at a totalled car in the ditch. The four people joined as one group and Jimmy kept running up the road, towards what looked like a pile of burning cars as they chased him.
Whatever these people wanted, he didn't care, he just needed to get away. As he reached the accident, he noticed a pickup sticking out of the wreckage. He ducked behind it and crawled under it, well out of view of his pursuers. The four people stopped next to the pickup, their feet inches away from him. He held his breath, trying not to alert them when he felt something touch his hand. Nearly jumping out of his skin he grasped a stone and had an idea, he waited until the feet faced the other way and then threw the pebble as hard as he could. It clanged on a car door down the road and the four people sped off in that direction. Jimmy didn't wait to find out if they were going to be coming back, he ran in the direction of the buildings just up the road.
Jimmy reached the road to find it empty of people, he checked cars here and there but none seemed like they would work. Halfway down the road he found a truck smashed into a wall, by the back was a box of cold drinks. Suddenly realising how thirsty he was, he grabbed a can of soda and downed it in one long gulp. Wiping his mouth, he sat on the edge of the box wondering what was going on. Everyone seemed to be going crazy, and that guy with his intesines hanging out. Something was wrong with these people, if that person barely knew his guts were hanging out it was pointless fighting the guy. If only he could get home, he could get to his gun, then they wouldn't mess with him.
"There was no way they were after my money," he thought," so what were they after if not trying to mug me?"
He took a bag from the truck and put some soda cans in it, it was a long walk to the hospital and he didn't think anyone would care. Everyone else was looting so why should't he do it.
He walked back onto the road and looked both ways, towards the bridge he would see movement in the distance. People were moving his way, but they couldn't have seen him this far. He was standing still and could barely see them. At closer inspection, he saw what looked like a gang of thirty people running down the street. They had seen him for sure now.
He turned to hide in the alleyway when he saw that the gas tank on the truck was leaking, he flicked out his lighter and turned to face to crowd that was almost on him.
"I don't know what you want," he shouted," but if you come any closer I'll blow you all to shit!"
They didn't listen, instead they snarled and reached for him as they closed in. He dropped the lighter and dove behind another car as the gas ignited. There was an ear shattering explosion and Jimmy felt himself leave the ground as the force knocked him flying, he hit the ground hard and rolled into some garbage.
His ears rang as he stood up, all the bodies were down…..except they were standing back up. One of them came runing towards him on fire and he grasped a piece of lumber from the trash container.
"What's wrong with you people?!" He said, as the lone crazy reached him.
He swung the lumber, taking out his legs and sending him into the wall with a thump. The man on fire turned and came again, Jimmy smashed him in the face and he staggered back and fell down, but still he got back up.
Jimmy turned to run when someone grabbed him, he punched as he dropped the piece of wood and a skinny women with part of her face hanging off tried tobite him. He shoved the bag of soda in her face and she let go as another man grabbed hold of him.
There was a dull splat and the man shuddered, letting go as a hole appeared in his chest. Jimmy ducked under some outstreched arms as he heard a bang and one of the people reaching for him fell down with a bullet hole to the chest. Frantically he looked around for the shooter, but couldn't see anyone. But as soon as one of the people made it past the fire, a bullet struck them and they fell. But Jimmy just stared as the man he had seen shot through the heart got up as thought nothing had hit him.
"Holy Shit!" he screamed and started running again, but his chest was feeling tight and he didn't know how long he could keep it up.
He half jogged, half limped as he heard another shot. But this one was different, he saw a flash from a window of a building down the road, outside he could see a group of people fighting.
He didn't stop now, someone was covering him so he had to make it. He blocked out the pain, running as fast as he could. Knowing that somewhere behind him were those crazies. As he came into view of the people, he heard more gunshots from inside.
"Over here!" he heard a voice from his side.
"Move it buddy," another said and Jimmy looked up to see the barrel of a high powered rifle poking out of the second story window.
Jimmy headed towards the first voice, towards a back alley to the building and as he ran round the corner he found himself face to face with a masked man. The man pushed Jimmy inside and started unloading an autmatic weapon, an MP5 into two people, a man and a women that were chasing Jimmy. They fell, but scrambelled back to their feet.
"Move it or lose it!" the man said.
Jimmy was dragged inside by someone else and the masked guy, who looked like S.W.A.T closed the fire door and leant against the wall, the plaque on the door read: Sewage Disposal Plant Emergency Exit.
"What the hell is going on?" Jimmy breathed as the Swat guy tore off his mask and reloaded his MP5.