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Lonewolf888978
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"Shit Shit Shit." Drake said to himself, the shouting behind him getting closer. He was running from a Outcast raiding group, a group who he crossed not even a day earlier. Turning down alleyway after alleyway, he spotted a four story hotel, the doors wide open as if telling him to hide there. Running across the street, he heard shots from behind and saw the bullets hitting the wall beside him as he slammed the door shut and ran towards a flight of stairs. Quickly climbing them, he stopped on the final floor, and heard the men climbing the stairs underneath him. Quickly running down the hall and into an open room, he closed the door locking it and backing up slowly towards the far end of the room. Outside the room, he heard the group getting closer, their voices giving various mocking remarks to him being cornered and outnumbered. Cocking his revolver he said a small prayer and aimed it at the door. He heard the men pause outside his room before one of the other men spoke up "You boys hear that? Helicopter coming our way! Up too the roof boys!" Letting out a breath of air hearing several footsteps running away from him up, to the stairs once again. Looking out the window, he spotted the helicopter coming straight towards the building, and getting lower spotting the survivors. Shaking his head he said as the helicopter hovered near the building as guns opened fired above him, the bullets tearing into the helicopter.
"Fucking animals. Go back to your zoo." Dropping to the floor as the chopper returned fire as it spun out of control towards the forest back the way it came, he saw from the window one of the gang members fall from the buildings, his arm missing. As the gun fire died down, and he heard the surviving Outcast members make their way out of the building, he sat up and caught his breath, realizing he was holding it in. Quickly leaving the hotel and heading out the back, he walked to the forest line, towards the downed chopper.
"Shit Shit Shit." Drake said to himself, the shouting behind him getting closer. He was running from a Outcast raiding group, a group who he crossed not even a day earlier. Turning down alleyway after alleyway, he spotted a four story hotel, the doors wide open as if telling him to hide there. Running across the street, he heard shots from behind and saw the bullets hitting the wall beside him as he slammed the door shut and ran towards a flight of stairs. Quickly climbing them, he stopped on the final floor, and heard the men climbing the stairs underneath him. Quickly running down the hall and into an open room, he closed the door locking it and backing up slowly towards the far end of the room. Outside the room, he heard the group getting closer, their voices giving various mocking remarks to him being cornered and outnumbered. Cocking his revolver he said a small prayer and aimed it at the door. He heard the men pause outside his room before one of the other men spoke up "You boys hear that? Helicopter coming our way! Up too the roof boys!" Letting out a breath of air hearing several footsteps running away from him up, to the stairs once again. Looking out the window, he spotted the helicopter coming straight towards the building, and getting lower spotting the survivors. Shaking his head he said as the helicopter hovered near the building as guns opened fired above him, the bullets tearing into the helicopter.
"Fucking animals. Go back to your zoo." Dropping to the floor as the chopper returned fire as it spun out of control towards the forest back the way it came, he saw from the window one of the gang members fall from the buildings, his arm missing. As the gun fire died down, and he heard the surviving Outcast members make their way out of the building, he sat up and caught his breath, realizing he was holding it in. Quickly leaving the hotel and heading out the back, he walked to the forest line, towards the downed chopper.