At first they thought it was a joke and only once they saw our faces did they know we were serious. Some moaned, others pointed at friends, joking blame. Then they saw the murder one. They didn't know that Martin was dead so asked why he wasn't locked up. We told them and they were shocked. We told them all that we would find them and they would be punished. And caught (of course).
Me and a few others got in a black SUV and set off with paintball guns as they hurt and shot very, very fast. I set off towards the motorway and took the second exit towards the next village. After taking a wrong turn we ran out of petrol. We got out. The most dodgy part of town stood before us. The moon set and suddenly red dots appeared on our chests. Lasers! "Guns on the ground!" we heard. We all did as we were told. Soon we were on the floor, weapons gone and completely defenceless we heard foot steps to us. I looked. The people had no guns? JUST LASER POINTERS! DAMN! I stood but they had already got our paintball guns. A shot to the thigh got me to my knees. "God, you fell for it!" he laughed, "Now, we want your clothes your boots and your SUV." We shook our heads. We all got shot.
Eventually we gave in they left, leaving us in our underwear. We were all guys though so it wasn't reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally embarrassing. Sadly we were half naked 20 miles from the camp with no car. We first were cold so smashed into a house. Clothes, yes, but they must have been size XXXXL. We all got shirts like dresses and shorts like trousers. We then tried to find vehicles. The only thing was some motorbikes. And, as you can guess, non of us could ride. But it was our best hope we all got on. I noticed that we all were only wearing tops and trousers. Our arms were bare and I remembered a time when my dad told me about a thing called de-gloving. That's where you come off your bike, slide across the floor and your skin gets ripped off. We all got helmets on and began. Otto remembered his dad showing him how to. First put the bike in neutral (pick up the clutch and then to first gear). Turn the petcock (the small switch) to on. Next we put the choke on under the bike. Then rev on the choke and next hotstart. We were off. We lent to the left and skidded around the bend. All of us slid down our visors, one hand on the bike. Everyone wobbled a bit and we nearly fell off a few times but we did eventually get the hang of it. As we went around the round about we saw the lights of home. Then. With no warning. They all went out. We all were shocked, confused and then a bike flipped. It swung through the air and smashed in front of me. I swerved and span and span. I fell off and felt another bike smash on my leg. In a few seconds we were on the floor. We were balanced precariously on the edge of the drop by the camp. Everyone stood, scrapped but my leg was still stuck under a bike. Slowly I began to tip. All the bikes fell, but one which my foot was stuck in. I grabbed the ledge but felt my leg being yanked. Otto turned and dived trying to grab me and someone else did to. My fingers were pulled and they were at least 100m away. They sprinted but I had to hold about four times my weight. Otto was nearly there. The absence of light was forgotten. My fingers gave way and I fell.
