The world is a park

[Ridickulo]

From the server Picking up the pieces

 

He counted his ammo half looking at the sizable horde in front of him.

 

60 bullets and 8 shells weren't much but he did need those supplies and needed them badly.

 

 

Lunged forward he aimed carefully with his pistol and started opening up.

 

They were too many. He started backing up much sooner than anticipated.

 

They just weren't going down with just one shot and he quickly reached his last clip.

 

 

Now, sweating profusely and disoriented, his retreat turned into a tumbling run.

His pistol was gone somehow and he found himself grabbing the shotgun more for the use of a stick than anything else.

 

Looking back, the sweat dripping burned his eyes and desperately he fired while losing his balance and lunging to the floor.

 

 

The fall was long and his whole body hit cement with a hard crack of his bones and excruciating pain.

Maybe the pain was what brought him back but he launched forward and started running.

 

He had fallen in a cemented waterway, now dry, and in the end this was a god send.

 

 

The horde stampeded into pit losing momentum and here he gained the much needed time to hide and sneak.

 

Circling around, the way back was clear and the store empty... It was not the first time his arrogance nearly killed him.

 

Somehow, right now, his luck appears to outweigh everything else...

 

 

From "The world is a park" by Jose Calugas.