My head was pounding as my vision started to come back to me, it appears as if I never actually managed to get to the bed and passed out on the floor. I started to get up, nope I flinched getting up was not an option at the moment. I lay there on the floor for a good half an hour till the pounding went away. Slowly getting up and stumbling into the kitchen I grabbed some painkillers and swallowed them dry I also grabbed a bandage and some strong vodka which I used for such an occaision as this, I didn't drink I didn't see the point in it all it did was make everything worse. I opened the bottle pouring some into the stab wound it hissed for a little while the calmed down I picked out all the dirt and glass I could applying more vodka, I repeated that process for all my cuts and gashes only putting bandages on the deep ones.
As it turns out the pounding was not only in my head but also coming from my door, limping over I went to see what all the racket was about. There seemed to be a load of goons at my door again, none specific goons, this was going to be bad I had no energy to fight and it looked as if they weren't up to reasoning, still doesn't mean I wasn't going to try and fight them. I opened the door puching the first guy in the face then kicked him in the crotch then grapping him by the neck I smacked his nose against the other guys head, dropping the first guy to the floor I stamped on his head while crushing the other's windpipe. I was fighting pretty well but the only was that they just seemed to be endless, the more I cut down the more popped up, even in the state that I was I didn't stop, neither did they. It was almost an endless cycle of chopping them down, my energy was depleating rather rapidly, so I started doing less extravagant ways to kill them and I ended up just breaking their necks one by one. My mind was slowly shutting out all feeling whatsoever putting up its last defences, they were slowly gaining on me more and more of them surrounding me till they closed the gap, they grabbed hold of me and I felt a dull pain in my neck. My vision started to fade everything started to get a lot heavier. They'd injected me with something, something really strong, I felt myself being bundled into a truck. A bunch of strange men at my door taking me to some place what is the worst that can happen?
They closed the doors and everthing went totally black.
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