TRASH
"To hell with this, I'm gonna do this shit by myself." You say and leave Dan standing around with a dumb look on his face.
You grab your pistol, a bag and your Leatherman Tool Kit and drive off in search of a house to rob. You drive around until you notice a house that appears to be empty; you go knock on the door and ring the doorbell. No answer. Good enough for you.
You head around the back and pick the lock. Success. You creep around the house looking for something of value. Nothing so far, you do however find the biggest Mastiff you've ever seen. It sees you, and growls before running towards you. You attempt to shoot the damn thing, but it's already upon you, and your pistol goes flying out of your hand. Fortunately you manage to block it from ripping your throat out by giving it your forearm instead.
While it attempt to bite through to the bone, you manage to put your thumb in its eye, gouging it out. It reels back and howls in pain, at which point you grab your gun. The Mastiff starts ripping into your leg.
You shoot the Mastiff in the head, at this close range you can't miss. It falls over dead, releasing its vice grip on your leg. You however are a fucking mess. You drag your ass back to your truck and barely drive yourself to the clinic, where you call Tina at a pay phone inside to come down to see you.
Tina's pissed off, she not only had to miss work, she also had to pay for all the stitches you had to get. When you get home, she continues to bitch at you, for your stupidity. You don't mind though, the morphine they gave you drowns her out better than alcohol.
You grab your pistol, a bag and your Leatherman Tool Kit and drive off in search of a house to rob. You drive around until you notice a house that appears to be empty; you go knock on the door and ring the doorbell. No answer. Good enough for you.
You head around the back and pick the lock. Success. You creep around the house looking for something of value. Nothing so far, you do however find the biggest Mastiff you've ever seen. It sees you, and growls before running towards you. You attempt to shoot the damn thing, but it's already upon you, and your pistol goes flying out of your hand. Fortunately you manage to block it from ripping your throat out by giving it your forearm instead.
While it attempt to bite through to the bone, you manage to put your thumb in its eye, gouging it out. It reels back and howls in pain, at which point you grab your gun. The Mastiff starts ripping into your leg.
You shoot the Mastiff in the head, at this close range you can't miss. It falls over dead, releasing its vice grip on your leg. You however are a fucking mess. You drag your ass back to your truck and barely drive yourself to the clinic, where you call Tina at a pay phone inside to come down to see you.
Tina's pissed off, she not only had to miss work, she also had to pay for all the stitches you had to get. When you get home, she continues to bitch at you, for your stupidity. You don't mind though, the morphine they gave you drowns her out better than alcohol.
