I woke up suddenly from a deep sleep. I was on my back on cold, hard concrete. I had no shirt on and my duster was gone as well. There was an awful pain in my left leg. When I lifted my pant leg to see what it was my entire leg below my knee and above my ankle was wrapped. The bandage had a stain of dried blood that seemed to come from two different points on opposite sides of my leg as if something had pierced it.

I looked around and noticed where I was. Surrounding me were unevenly placed bars. Clearly, it was another makeshift addition to the hospital town. I was in the jail of Dansfield. I didn't have much time to ponder my current status when a sudden bout of nausea sent me keeling over the aptly placed toilet. When I was done throwing up my stomach I heard footsteps coming my way. I peered over the porcelain bowl and saw Dan approaching me with an annoyed look on his face.

"Never in all my life as a resident and mayor of Dansfield have I seen the likes of you." He pulled up a chair and sat very close to the bars. He sat with his legs far apart, leaning forward with his arms supporting his upper half on his thighs. He had a manila folder in one hand. "I thought the bandits were a problem for us."

I wiped my mouth with my arm and leaned against the toilet. "Now, I'm sorry, but what happened." The single light bulb that hung overhead shone brightly forcing me to squint somewhat.

"I expected you wouldn't remember. Seeing as how you practically drank my bar dry." He opened the folder and put on a pair of small reading glasses that was laced around his neck. "Let's see. Now, this is a long report so bare with me."

-About 9:30 last night, the perpetrator ("that's you") stepped into Bill's First Aide and ordered multiple shots of whiskey. An hour passed, but the perpetrator requested more alcohol from the bartender. After he refused to serve anymore alcohol to the already intoxicated individual, the perpetrator became belligerent and started screaming for more alcohol. He was told to leave the bar and get some sleep. The perpetrator then hopped over the counter and grabbed two bottles of whiskey. When the bartender attempted to stop the individual, the perpetrator then shattered one of the bottles against the counter and waved it menacingly at the owner. He then hopped over the counter and left the bar.

According to multiple witness reports the perpetrator drank the bottle very quickly and started running down the halls screaming multiple obscenities and tackled any individual who was unlucky enough to encounter said criminal. The individual then engaged in numerous fights with guards and citizens in which two individuals ended up hospitalized. The perpetrator then broke into and barricaded his self in the local gun store.

According to Susan Boyle, owner and operator of the gun store, the perpetrator pushed multiple shelves and furniture against the door and began pacing back and forth in the store. When Ms. Boyle went to investigate the commotion the perpetrator removed most of his clothing and attempted to subdue her and engage in unmerited sexual activities. To his chagrin, she verbally and physically refused and subdued the perpetrator herself in self defense. He then pushed Ms. Boyle away and fled out the store via a different exit toward the rear.

For the remainder of the perpetrator's antics, he was pursued by myself; Dan, mayor and son of former mayor and founder Dan Senior, Jim, and Dover. He would have likely gotten away if Dover had not shot him with his Enforcer Crossbow. The harpoon pierced the individual's left leg just behind the fibula. Despite being severely injured the perpetrator continued to resist arrest and would later not cooperate with the legal proceedings required by Dansfield law.—

"Two counts of theft, three counts of disturbing the peace, twelve counts of intent to harm another individual, fifteen counts of destruction of property, one count of public consumption of alcohol, one count of public intoxication, six counts of fighting, four counts of assault, two counts of assaulting an officer, three counts of attempted murder, one count of breaking and entering, one count of kidnapping, one count of taking of a hostage, one count of exposing oneself, one count of sexual harassment, one count of sexual assault, one count of attempted rape, one count of public indecency, three counts of evading an officer, four counts of resisting arrest, and three counts of refusing to cooperate." Dan removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose and looked toward me. "You have yourself quite a hefty list, my friend. We would offer you a fair trial but seeing as you are not a citizen of Dansfield I can't guarantee you due process."

I sat with my jaw to the floor. I expected as much, but this definitely tops the last time. I opened my mouth to say something but I was interrupted by two guards that hurried in from where Dan had entered earlier.

"Sir, we have a problem on the main entrance!" The first guard said exasperated.

"What is it?"

"A super mutant is attacking the front wall."

"What?" Dan gasped with astonishment. "Damn it! Okay, get as many guards as you can to defend the front gates. I'll get my brothers." The guards ran the way they came and Dan began to follow but stopped. He turned around and looked at me. "You and I aren't through." Then he disappeared.

I must have been in the basement because the makeshift prison was placed amidst several large furnaces. I looked for a way out; maybe there was a loose bar or something. I found a space between two bars that I could fit through and I escaped without a sweat. I found a footlocker next to a desk in the corner of the room. It had my clothes and other belongings. I hastily put them on and headed the way Dan left.

I found a stairway leading upstairs. As I climbed up I heard the frightened screams of people and an array of gunfire. It was most definitely Genie. That big mutie saves the day again. I reached the first floor to pandemonium. It shouldn't be too hard to slip by unnoticed. I reached the front entrance in time to see Genie at his best. Bullets were just bouncing off his iron skin as he grabbed a guard and tossed him into an approaching group. I slipped behind a circular desk and peeked through a hole to see the action.

Dan had just arrived with his giant brothers. The two combined still couldn't match the size of Genie. I looked to the side and noticed a crate filled with various items. I saw my .38 and my new carbine. I grabbed the guns and peered through the hole again. I laughed gleefully to myself at the attraction. But then I noticed the left-handed brute set up a mini-nuke onto a Fat Man.

My mind started racing for a solution as the big brother stepped outside to launch it at Genie. I got up and vaulted over the desk and ran toward Genie. That's when Dan saw me and he went to pull out his gun when I rushed him and knocked him over. The other brother went to help Dan up instead of trying to stop me. I grabbed his shiny revolver and continued running. When I reached the other giant I pointed Dan's pistol at him.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I couldn't think of anything better to say. The guy looked at me and just smiled. He pulled the trigger and the mini-nuke launched. I reacted with a blind shot from the revolver. The stray bullet hit the mini-nuke in mid air and exploded in front of the big twin's face. It sent me flying back several yards. Everything went quiet. When I gathered myself up to see the damage all that was left of the brute was a burn mark on the ground.

I took that time to run to Genie and flee. "Hey, big guy, time to get out of here. We're in big trouble."

"You scared me, friend. When you said you would be back soon and you did not come back soon I thought they were hurting you."

"Heh, if only you knew, big guy, if only you knew."