"Where the hell is he!" (That was me on my first bust. Stupid and ignorant) "I don't know he just left." Da hell, no one just leaves, which way did he go!" "That way out the window!" "Fwshoo" strait through the head and off I went.
I could see him running if he got away he would ruin everything. Everywhere he went I went. I ran as fast as I could while loading my next shot.
He ran behind a tree and stopped, then so did I. As much as I wanted to kill him I needed to know who the hell did it.
I saw him get up an watched carefully. The split sign of him running. And I would shoot him in the leg. "Take it off" he yelled. "No chance in hell buddy" I said giving away my position.
He turned,shot and got a hit.
"God dammit!" I yelled in pain. Hearing that, he ran.
I never did see him again...
