Dangerous Times
After we got in the car we had to take the highway to get out in front of the car. When we got to the set up, we put up tire spikes on the road. We waited about 5 or 6 minutes then a car came splitting down the road. It had a bloody windshield, a broken rearview mirror, and a rolled down window on the driver's side. It was 30, 20, 10 feet away. We hid behind our cars and waited for it to pass.
BOOOOOM! In less than seconds the car went spiraling down the road doing summersaults. A few minutes later the driver kicked out his door while upside down and came out with a shotgun.
"He's got a gun!" I screamed as he fired the first volley of bullets. Kyle got up with a sniper in hand and shot him where the arm meets the neck, he was out cold. Right after the driver fell the passenger came out holding a mini shotgun-pistol, and shot me at the back of the arm.
"AGHHHHHH!" I screamed as I got down on one knee. My left arm hung uselessly at my side, but I raised my pistol and, what do you know, it hit him square in the head.
Kyle came running over asking if I was alright. I nodded but said, "Call an ambulance."
Everyone was so intent on making sure I was okay that no one noticed a third man climb out of the car/van. He grabbed the first man's gun, but I saw him.
I yelled at everyone to watch out, but they were all away, except for Kyle, calling an ambulance. I stood up to shoot him, but he got to me first. He was shot by Kyle, but not before shooting me missing my heart by inches.
"You're gonna be alright, Dave!" But it sounded like he was trying to comfort himself more than me.
The last thing I remembered was seeing an ambulance pull up. Then everything went black.