Dally's Death?

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I walked out of the hospital to go home, a person asked me if I wanted a ride home. I accepted.

"Thank you so much" I told him.

"Well I couldn't let you get hurt more than you already are, also where do you live?" The kind man asked me. I gave him the directions to my house. He dropped me off and I thanked him again and said good-bye.

I walked in the house to see the gang patching up their wounds. I don't want to tell them that Johnny died and Dally ran away.

"Pony, where have you—what's wrong?" Darry asked.

"Johnny died, Dally couldn't take he's going to blow," I started crying.

"Do you know where he might have went?" Darry questioned. Then the phone rang and Darry picked it up. Darry asked the person where he was, so I assumed it was Dally.

"Dally's in trouble we need to hide him. He said he was at the lot," Darry announced.

We all ran to the lot and saw Dally on the hill. There wasn't any fuzz there yet. So we ran to get him, but there were gunshots. The fuzz must have behind the other side of the hill. Dally aimed the UNLOADED heater at the fuzz. They yelled at him to drop the gun, but he didn't.

POW! POW! POW!

One by one the fuzz's heaters went off, and Dally rolled off the hill towards us. I think he was faking his death. He only had 3 bullet holes in his body. Dal looked at us and mouthed, "Let them kill me."

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