Guns and Cars.

TWO~ 'i ain't no hoe!'

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">I was ready for the blow. I ran behind the counter. The blow shattered my ear drums. It was a loud, KAAAPUUUUUUCCCCHHH!</pre>

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I looked around and retreated from the counter. There was a car outside on fire, bits of paper work inside the cafe were alight. The glass was smashed, the people were whimpering. There was blood on the floor. I take it that the grenado did do damage.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">I got up, I had a cut on my forehead from the glass. My converse put out a curling paper on my attempts of getting up. I attempted again, but my leg fell back. That wasn't stopping me from getting out of here. I just limped out, sometimes my knee shot down but I really didn't care. I had got used to blocking out pain. I limped again but my leg buckled and I fell, cutting my fingers and legs (even through my jeans) on the glass shards.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">There was gun shots in the distance. My head shot up to see, hoping it was my dad. Now that was unexpected.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">It was Trent and Damian. In gun fire. I got up, pushing the glass in deeper. I hoped and managed to get out of the cafe. Damian was behind his car door, for cover. Trent was shooting some other Darkest Killerz, then went behind his car door to reload. What the hell? 

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">I just met this dude, then Trent is like my uncle. What is happening? What do I do?

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">I put my hands on the used to be window frame. A shard cutting my hand. I hissed and pulled it out, throwing it on the floor.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">I jumped out, well, managed to. I ran to the car behind the car on fire. I was about to fall over but the car broke my fall. I grunted and looked up at them. Damian was about to get out his cover and he turned to the side. He locked eyes with me. He turned quickly and threw shots and some of the DB. Shit. Trent grabbed a pedestrian and used him as a human shield.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">Damian went back to his cover, but this time got in the car, he reversed and zoomed toward me. No, no, no, no. Trent will see and there will be confusion.

He got to me and ducked for cover of the gun blows.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">The police had appeared, looks like Trent didn't notice me, he drove off. I sighed.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">"Are you ok?" Damian asked standing above me, fire brigade's, police and ambulances were everywhere.

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<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">"Yeah, I'm fine."