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„Why why why why-” A fast cough interrupted his quick panicked talking. Then he started again. “Why why why why why- “
Then he heard a gunshot. The men he was trying to outrun were – of course – with good guns.
“Stop running! Just come with us and soon you will be free! Just give up! Make it easier for both of us!”, the young voice taunted him. But George didn´t even think about it. He just continued running and flipped them off by stretching his hand out behind him.
And, for his luck, the angry huffs that already were far away went completely silent.
“Idiots, they could have just used their stupid guns…”, the murmuring came with an amusing but also panting expression.
Now George was in some kind of long dark alleyway. He leaned his arm against the older brick wall for support, his face facing the street. He slowly walked backwards, not wanting to get caught again.
Now, getting in the clear was the first thing on his mind. All George was doing was sitting in a darken room, being silent and trying not to make a sound. For George, it would have been normal because he was good at disappearing. But then, with a loud bang, men stormed his little apartment.
All of them were as wide and muscular as high working body builders. George already asked himself how they got through his door, that’s beside the point.
With those door-beater Guys came another person, who already looked like some psychopath. He talked about how beautiful it would be to rip George open to see how beautiful his organs looked like.
Defiantly a maniac here.
So those men tied him up, - looking like absolute morons as they went – and transported him outside. There were just 5 big Guys with the one psycho Doctor, so George was easily able to trick them.
He, of course, knew how to fight. He wasn’t one for dummies. The Ropes fell off easily and, with one swift kick against the crazy leader, he was free. But, what now?
He just escaped a person who surely would look for him the rest of the night.
And, as if it couldn’t be any worse, he also had to deal with the other idiots with weapons running around.
Sighing, he looked on the street. There, he found a corpse with a gun. Hopefully a WikiHow and some experience with other purge nights would help him through this too. George made his way over to the corpse and kneeled down. Quickly, he found a small Handgun.
This man seriously didn´t know how dangerous the purge is… Well he does look foreign, like George, but George was presumably much younger than this man.
The British boy tugged his gun in and when he heard a small noise, he hid in the alleyway from before. Was it even seeable, how freezing it was? George only had some jeans on with his blue plain T-Shirt and a white pullover jacket. And even his shoes were not for running.
Buying running shoes went on the Brit’s mental To-Do List. And maybe some guns and weapons as well.
The Brits life couldn´t even get any easier. Many Purge Nights, he had to hide from everything from creepy stalkers to psychopaths who just were “bored”. On top of that, his job wasn´t paying enough. The colorblind boy with his small apartment was in some trouble with some other men who loved to pick on his living style.
But George was never one to give up. Maybe he was just tired of being scared or terrified of losing. He didn´t know why exactly he was like this, but he surely would be thankful for this one day.
Maybe Life would turn around for the 21-Year-old man with British accent and a love for Video Games.
And maybe it would-
Oh great, now someone from behind was pressing a gun against Georges head. A female voice whispers, “Make one move and you can say goodbye to that cute little head of yours…” With a clinking of Handcuffs, George knew he was in deep shit.
His fresh gun was being taken away and he was being put into something completely crazy…