The purge // ROWLANDS

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Alex's pov*
We were all looking in different directions, not quite sure as to which one of the masked people were going to lash out first - I have my bets on the guy with the open mouthed smile painted on his mask, he looks like he would kill. We were all slowly being pushed into a circle without realising it, this is a 5 against 3 people fight, but we have better weapons than them, if the others can use them properly.
Suddenly, I saw the guy to the right of me jump at Hunter. Luckily for him, Hunter was playing attention and grabbed the master persons arm, knocking the weapon to the ground. I was shocked, amazed. Hunter looks like he's done this before.
I was rudely interrupted from watching Hunter when some persons comes a little too close to my face. I act fast, ducking and punching him in the stomach. "Feisty aren't ya?" He says in a deep, scratchy voice. Someone needs a drink.
" I'm not going to let you hurt me, what do you expect me to do? Stand there and take it?" I say with a cold laugh. I then realise that this man, I'm assuming, could actually kill me if he catches me off guard. I won't let that happen.
I know the others will be fighting off people aswell. I need to hurry up before something bad happens. I take my knife out of the back of my backpack and slit the guys throat. An easy and simple Death... should've made him suffer. I look around again and see that Lauren's bending down, aiding to one of Brandon's wounds. Hunters just finished with one of the masked guys.
"Have we done it?" I say, looking down at the probably dead bodies.
1...2...3...4...
I whip my face around as I feel someone's tight grasp go around my neck. I try to stay calm, not wanting to waste any of the little air I was getting. Hunter is down by Brandon and Lauren, helping her help Brandon. Great thing they pay attention!
I try and kick the person in the groin but it doesn't work. I then try there shin but it doesn't effect them. Who the hell am o fighting ? A robot? I quickly grab a knife out of my pocket - very discretely and send it backwards, stabbing it into whoever put there hands on me. They make this sort of 'aghh' sound as I turn around. I fall to the floor, catching my breath. "HUNTER" I yell, or try to yell. He whips his head round to where I'm on the floor and something short of panick sweeps across his face. He hastily grabs his gun from his middle gun holder thing that I equipped him with and thank god he has good aim because if he didn't, the bullet would've gone straight through my head instead of the masked persons. I hear the thump behind me, telling me that the man is Indeed, dead. We've done it.
Praise the lord.