I dug my hands in the bag to find a soda hidden in one of the shirts, I popped it open and slowly drank it as the
sun stared down at me almost like a bothersome friend that constantly wanted to know what you were up to.
I could hear heavy steps behind me until they stopped to my right, I turned and found Graverobber holding a suit-
case.
"Ready to go?" he held out a hand which I took to get up from the ground, brushing off any dirt from my pants
being careful to switch the soda around to do so I finally followed him.
"So whats in the case?" I tried to kick it playfully but he switched the case to a different hand "just business"
we continued walking back to the store, it was quiet, boring and a cold breeze refused to stop blowing as if it
was angry.
Emptying the soda bottle I held onto it, I let the bottle tap against my leg as I walked creating a small clinging
noise from the bottle hitting a buckle.
I started to create my own little song to the new tune as we walked to give me something to do.
Suddenly a warm liquid dripped down my leg, my leg felt shattered as muscles ripped and opened from a bullet
passing through it, the pain was just as unbearable as being shot in the shoulder but even worse knowing that I
would have to continue walking.
I stopped to a limp and held onto my leg, the bottle shattered and was now lying half on the ground and half all
over my pants and boots "SHIT!" Graverobber grabbed my arm and dragged me to a bush as multiple gunshots could be
heard.
Someone was trying to shoot us, for what reason I had no clue, but I did have a feeling it had to do because of that suit-
case.
"I'll have to make some sort of distraction...you have to get back to the store from behind and through the apartment ok?" He handed me the suitcase and went straight toward the shooters.
I turned around and ran as fast as possible, the adrenaline taking away most of the pain I was able to do more
than limp now.
Thoughts ran through my brain fear, horror, wonder, mystery of what was in the case, questions and more.
A big bulky man ran out from the apartment and I threw him the suitcase immediately his eyes grew wide "GD ITS A
670!" he yelled at the top of his lungs to the open door.
Out of it came DG holding two guns, pushing open the gate door I laid the bag near the building and took out the handgun TJ gave to me.
"See you there" I jumped over the fence and ran back to get Graverobber.
"KID THAT PLACE ISN'T FOR YOU!" DG yelled after me, I could hear Mag scream my name but I ran three blocks back to the same bush.
Finally finding the bush where some of my blood pooled on the ground, I walked up the street with the handgun in
my hand readied.
"Shouldn't have come here kid...amazed they are forcing kids into this business really" a young man came up from
behind me holding a shotgun "night night kid" he raised the shotgun but I was faster, already having his head lined
up I pulled the trigger and a bullet landed right between his eyebrows.
His eyes widened with fear right as it hit, he fell backwards hitting the ground with a loud plop. My heart
raced crazily...I've never killed anyone before and it was something I never wanted to do...I would regret it later,
along with walking.
My leg screamed at me to either go back or move forward, to do something but stand still and putting pressure on it.
I picked up the shot gun and searched his pockets, I wrapped his knife in my boot and around my leg, stuffed the
shells in my pocket, took the money, Zydrate and pills he had.
He didn't have much but the clothes on his body left.
I turned around and limped forward hoping to find Graverobber soon, I didn't want to have to kill more than one
person today and I personally didn't want to kill anyone in the first place.
I walked straight into gunfire on accident, another bullet went straight into my right leg this time, well great..
now both legs might be fucked.
I turned to my right and shot the man straight in the face, he was hiding behind a trash can not far away, I took
anything I could from his body and continued my search.
Just across the street from me was Graverobber hiding behind a car that was being filled with holes, soon it
wouldn't last any longer, across from him was a group of men shooting with handguns and one with a machine gun.
"First...you kill someone...then you STEAL from them...and now you might get yourself killed..again.." I whispered
to myself "fucking great Shilo..."
YES! Shilo swears, didn't seem like too much of a serious thing...she is 17 years old after all. Also yes I know that is completely against what Shilo is, she isn't a killer like her father, she couldn't even do it in the original movie, but her friend is in trouble, it was a her or him situation, and the adrenaline is telling her to do something. Why does Shilo take his stuff? Why not do the normal walking off instead? Shouldn't I be explaining that I did say this is her POV! It's a dangerous situation and if you have ever been in such a situation you are possibly sure that you aren't thinking like you normally would with your heart racing, your brain telling you to do something like I dunno...live. I thought it would be obvious but if not then I could make a chapter later to explain her thinking if you want. I dunno.
She could have headed back right? Well you'll see why as to that would be a problem anyway in the next chapter.
The soda is like...a sunset sasparilla from Fallout but the caps can just be turned and popped off, why are the guys shooting a kid?! Well if you have ever been in some dangerous part of your town or any other town, then you know very well that if someone is angry, revenge, drug deal or w/e they will shoot anyone even if it means they shoot a child. I'm sure you can find some sort of actual reports of a child being shot in gunfire, it's a common thing, just think of the tragic school shootings, many people are willing to do anything to get what they want and these men are that type of men. Until then.
-Ciaossu