On the Run
You fear for your life if you keep running. A policeman walks into your view. "Any reason as to why you're climbing over some guy's fence with a pipe in your hands?" he asks.
"Sir, I'm on the run from-"
But you pause as the man's head bursts open, chunks of flesh splattering the ground. His corpse falls to the ground, and you see a man about twenty yards away. He is muscular and tall, with a ski cap pulled over his face. In his hands is a giant sniper rifle...
And he was aiming it right at you!
"Sir, I'm on the run from-"
But you pause as the man's head bursts open, chunks of flesh splattering the ground. His corpse falls to the ground, and you see a man about twenty yards away. He is muscular and tall, with a ski cap pulled over his face. In his hands is a giant sniper rifle...
And he was aiming it right at you!