Bloody Hell

Chapter Bloody 11

I woke up on the side of the road, just in the gutter. The truck that must've hit me or something was crashed into someone's house and Belpy was lying on the ground, probs dead. I wasn't bloody checking though.

Looking down at myself, I saw that I was covered in blood and had a tire mark across my stomach and chest.

Not gonna lie, it made me look so cool.

I stood up quickly and continued walking along the street, like nothing had ever happened. My destination was my caravan, because I really needed to eat.

Along the way I decided to practice noscoping and quickscoping on some old people walking, just to make sure I was still good enough for MaZe Clan. In fact, I hadn't played with MaZe Clan in ages. 'I should probs get onto that soon,' I thought to myself.

Just as I saw my caravan in the distance, looking to be about 50 metres away, I realised all I had to do to get there was cross the field of bindi's.

God, this was going to be bloody hectic.

Deciding to just sprint across and save my shoeless feet a long time of torture, I ran.

Of course though, for some reason I started feeling light headed, and fainted onto the bindi's.

Jesus Christ, I probably have bloody ebola.