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I hear a bullet wiz past me and see the reflection of a scope and fire at the shooter. |
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"Garh! Chyort!" I screamed, Falling down. |
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I walk over and perform a tatical reload then aim my pistol at him |
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I looked up at him, My eyes where filled with sadness and regret, I said nothing. |
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"Are you okay?"I say in russian fluently |
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I coughed "I am...injured, greatly" I reply in Russian, Pointing to the gunshot wound in my shoulder, And the bandage around my knee. |
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I concentrate and healing him"You'll be okay"I mutter in russian. |
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"Thank you" I say, in Russian I manage to pull myself up. |
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"Do you speak english?"I ask"my head is starting to hurt..."I say |
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"Yes, I do speak English" I replied |
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I picked up my rifle. |
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~I open my eyes slowly and relize im on the ground~ |
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~I reach for my andaconda revolver and I grasp it and pull it closer~ |
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"You might wanna head south...the north is kinda...full of demons"I say |
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"Everywhere is full of demons, Everyone is..You and me.." I replied. |
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"Don't give me that spirit crap."I say"Just follow me..."I holster my pistol. |
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"Svoloch" I reply, Following him. |
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I walk south towards the outskirts of town,he hadn't suspected anything.I avoided letting people know what I am. |
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From time to time I had impulses, Nearly firing at Gypsy. |
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I sit down on a rotting wood bench and take small swigs of my water. |
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I stood behind him, Looking around. |
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I take a bite out of a stale sandwhich. |
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I aim my gun at his head, I put my finger on the trigger |
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I feel the barrel of his weapon push of my head and I put my hands up silently. |
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