Take of running
As soon as you hear the clicks of the rounds going into the assault
riffles you turn on your feet and start to take off. Running you see a
dock and decide that it would be the best means of escape from the
militia thats hunting you down. Taking a shap turn of ninty degrees
you fall over and hear the gun shots going off behind you. Jumping up
you take of as one of the bullets hits your foot and a serring pain
runs through your boby. Limping over to the dock you see a barrel of
oil...
