So there we were, going down this elevator towards the 4th floor, where I was kissing my guns and thinking about that car I was really into while staring at a photo of it, when I was rudely Interrupted by the lady I obviously just saved from certain death.

"Hi," she started speaking like a jerk, "My name is Athena, these two children are Sam and Pat, and this angst filled teen here is Carlos. I'm an ex-military police and army veteran, who now works as a case worker for children and youth services for the city and we were in the middle of getting these children put into good foster homes when the shootings began."

They all got close and hugged each other with a beautiful radiant warmth. I yawned with extreme boredom and told them to get ready to run towards the nearest staircase to head downward toward the exit.

The elevator dinged it's noisy bell, indicating it will soon open, and as soon as the doors did so, we were greeted by none other than pink dog. "boss," he bellowed, "they're here!!!"

I quickly used my gun to turn off pink dog's stupid mouth hole by shooting him, clipping him on the shoulder and watched as he yelped like a tiny Chihuahua and ran out of the hallway screaming into a nearby room. The children also screamed in terror, or joy, I can't really tell with children. They're all evil dontcha know.

We ran to the nearest staircase and realized that the door was locked. so we headed back to the elevator and realized that the elevator went to the next floor down. Good thing we didn't stay because the next sounds we heard were the elevator dinging, the door opening, and then immediate blasts of gunfire, indicating that we would have definitely become human Swiss cheese had we stayed in said elevator.

I asked that equally rugged and handsome bad boy Carlos what we should do. When he stated that Athena should decide, as she has experience with these situations, being an ex Military police officer and weapons specialist, and also being an all around decent person, unlike yours truly.

I scoffed at the idea, but decided to hear her out. "First, let's get to a safe area to rest for a second, then we'll do inventory on our weaponry and rations, then..." I kind of trailed off after that. I couldn't stop thinking about that damn car I like. I hate my God damn Mitsubishi Galant. I hate you so much. Damn you, you shitty transmission having piece of shit.

Oh yeah, Also, Athena found us a safe room where she barricaded the door and began instructing us about escaping through the fire escape or something, I dunno. I keep thinking about how I'm stuck with that freaking  Mitsu-piece-a-shit instead of that car I really like. Fuck.

Oh also, Athena beat up like two other masked men who were hiding in a closet door also wearing dog masks, one yellow, one blue. She's a really good fighter and is also really caring and considerate of those she is protecting but Damn it, I can't stop thinking about my car. That stupid, rusted out piece of dog feces.

I fucking hate you, car.