"Swoosh" "Swoosh" I'm almost there, just a little further.                                       Hey before we begin I'd like to pause it here and say a little something, something. First of all my name Zack and right about here someone's gonna say get him and people will shout at me from multiple directions and I will most likely die. But anyway how about we get back to the story. Unpause.

"Get him!" "Boom" "Boom"                                                                                            Ha, Ha they got me good this time 3 bullet wounds one in the side, one in the arm and one in the shoulder. Sending me flying backward over what I believe is a cliff. At this point in the story, I believe the character is supposed to reminisce about there regrets or something. Let me get this straight I don't have any and I never will, hell I might as well die here it's better then what's in store for me if I survive this. So just let me die here, peacefully.

"Ahhhhhhh."

Then everything went black. 

                                                                                                                                 "HEY, HEY!"

I could fell someone above me his voice drove me to open my eyes. I slowly started blinking and could see a blurry figure. Around us was a dark room lighted by a small lamp and curtains drawn over the small windows, that had small specks of light slipping out. There were a couple of dressers and I was currently lying on the small bed in the corner but other then that I wondered if someone actually lived here. There were no paintings or pictures anywhere. And then I realized. I. Was. Naked! I could feel the blush coming on as he started speaking.

"I thought you were dead, kid." 

Kid! I thought. If I could move I'd punch him in the face right then and there. But he did save me. For that I'm grateful.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked getting a little worried he saw what was in there.

"Oh. Right here, sorry about that I had to stitch up the wounds." He said as he passed my clothes back to me blushing a little.

"Thanks" I said as I checked the pockets making sure it was still there. Thank god it was.

 "Chough. So, you've got 3 bullet wounds and a broken rib but other then that, it's safe to say you're in perfect shape." He said with a wacky smile.

Now I really wanna punch him. I know he saw it and now he wants to change the subject before I can explain. Oh ho ho, I'll play along.

 In a raspy and hollow voice, I said "Didn't I fall off a cliff?" His eyes widened not thinking I would remember that. 

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