“What the frag?” he exclaimed as pain shot through his leg. A splattering of blood flying away from his body as the bullet tore out of his thigh. His adrenaline booster kicked in, giving him the power to continue his run. Ducking around the corner then behind a dumpster, he turned back to aim down the trash covered alley.
He aimed down his sites, red dot bouncing with each breath, into the large opening, scanning for movement. Then two large shadows moved into view. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger.
This is a night that a run went bad.
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