Running through a giant
PVC pipe in the ground near a very
rural town near where I grew up.. Dripping and
dripping of water from above. Someone drops a
gun. I smell
cheeseburgers.
We continue running and come to the light at the end of the tunnel and there is an old
blue car there. Two of us throw ourselves in the
trunk and the others get in the car like normal. (Perhaps we are being
chased down?)
They take us to my parents house.. when we get out, I am the only one left and there is a
crazed lunatic in the
kitchen trying to
shoot people with guns that have no
ammunition.
He points a
pistol at me and fires, although this gun was
loaded. I moved to the right and the
bullet missed me and
bounced off of the wall. I picked it up and it was an
enormous bullet.
Being rather
pissed off, well as
angry as one could become after being shot at, I ran to retrieve my fathers
AR-15 (clone), slapped in a
clip and emptied it into the crazed lunatic. Had to
kill that man before he
killed my
parents. As the
crazed lunatic fell to the ground, he disappeared and there was nothing left but bullet holes in the wall.