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"Alright then, genius. Running is what I do best, besides killing." With that he took off, glancing back every now and then to make sure Josh was there with him.

Josh was right behind you,checking his pockets,he knew he didnt have a gun with him cause somebody got rid of it.But he did think he had a tazzer or two on him,he just wasent sure which pocket.

Shane, being the master of hiding, had weaves his way around in an effort to lose the cops tailing them. "Where's the friggin woods?!"

Josh shakes his head,he was no help,he looked behind,he saw a guy with a gun.Oh god....wait,when were we aloud to carry such big guns..

Shane's eyes widened and he cussed at the sight of the weapon. "Oh crap, that's a shotgun- C'MON!" He grabbed Josh by his shirt collar and tore off in a random direction, ducking his head and weaving like a snake to make it harder to shoot them.

"You think?!"Josh tries to keep up with Shane as bullets fly fast us in everyway.

"I HATE SHOTGUNS! HOW DO WE GET OUT OF HERE?!"
He drove the point home as he let out a yelp, stumbling momentarily, but his fight-or-flight instincts drove him forward.

"Just keep going,a door should be up ahead,wait..wont they have the exits blocked?" He said and asked as he kept up with you,

"Don't ask me, man," he panted, finally turning a corner and hurling his entire body weight at the door in front of him (all 100 pounds of it. How frightening).

The door comes open,they made it outside,but the guys were still on their trail.A bullet shot through the air right past Joshs head,then past Shanes head,DOESNT THIS GUY EVER RUN OUT OF AMO!?

Shane winced as he felt the spray of the shotgun roar dangerously close to his ear, rendering him temporarily deaf on that side. But that was okay, he saw the treeline- they were gonna make it-

Josh followed behind you,trying to keep his pace up enough to stay atleast a foot or two behind you,they finally reached the woods.

Shane plunged into the trees, gasping for air at this point. "C'mon- a little farther- keep up, Josh-"

"Trying" Josh runs behind you,he looks back to see if the guys were close.

Shane stumbled along some more, finally stopping once they were somewhat safe. He inspected his leg-
"Just like I thought... I hate shotguns," he muttered, holding his calf to stop the gentle trickle of blood. "I'm fine, but boy do I hate shotguns..."

Josh had got grazed on his arm slightly,he hoped it wasent noticeable,but for now,he focused on your bleeding calf.

He shook his head with a sigh, frowning at Josh's arm. Lolnope.
"Damn, he got you too? Let me see..."

He looked at his now,since you were.His shirt sleeve had a piece missing to it,where he was grazed there,so the wound was more noticible then he had thought.

"Let me see," he repeated a little more sternly, taking his arm and looking at it.

He stood there,as Shane played doctor,looking at the place he was grazed.