Personal Narrative: The Guy Out The Way

“Okay so we found the bullet, but we need to get it out before it causes more bleeding, so I’m gonna give you some medicine to go to sleep, and when you awake you will be bullet-less and all bandaged up.” The doctor said.

You hear sirens after the man hits the floor in agony. When the police find you in the room, holding a gun and a man laying on the floor they are proud of what you did, calling you brave, and commending you on protecting your sister. You are aghast at what has

What a stupid way to die. “Why doesn’t it hurt?” he mumbles to himself, looking down. He doesn’t feel like he’s been shot. The blood confirms that he has, but there’s no pain. The only thing he’s felt at all was a sensation like being punched, when the bullet first went in. And his legs are falling asleep from the strange position he has them in. That’s all.

“How is he, doc?” Henry asked. “He’s stable. He lost a lot of blood, which is why he lost consciousness. The bullet didn’t cause any major damage and was simple to take out. He’s going to be fine.” Dr. Blake informed. “He’s awake and you may go see him. He’s in room 14.”

Walking around the scene i seen at least 10 bullets, blood splatter everywhere. As i walking up to the body i see that he has three gunshots. I go into his pocket, i pull his wallet and see that it's his id the identification says “ Matt Walmer”. His girlfriend runs up to the scene with tears bursting out of her eyes and loud bloody screams echoing.

Outside was raining, but the sky was still blue with the sunshine, even though it was nearly five o’clock. There was a smell of rancidness mixed with the taste of disinfectant fluid. The ward was totally white, and the only color that decorates the room will be color of shadow——a

I ducked down so he could not see me. All I hear was the man running but he didn't make it. The man was dead, his back on the ground, his right leg under him and his one eye open the other with a star shaped hole.

As he left the apartment and made his way up the hall to the elevators at the opposite end, he tried not to think about the dream that seemed determined to be thought of; but as if from a buried memory that had forcefully unearthed itself from the shallow grave of his subconscious mind, speaking without intending to speak, he heard himself say, "Who was

There was no need to. The bullet went straight through the head. No chance of life after that.

I hear the sickening sound of a bullet hitting flesh. I look to my right in horror and see my friend, my best bud, lying on the in a pool of blood.

(Don't ask me how I know how to use the gun, I guess all those shooting games paid off). The bullet looked like bright blue plasma and when it hit I knew it had to be something along those lines because it cut through the armor like it wasn't there. They were dropping like flies and strangely stopped as we exited the city. At about 10 miles from Chicago, we slowed down. "Ok kid I'm guessing you want answers so she's what you need to know for now we are on route to a safe location and those guys want you dead". we'll be at a resting point in about three and a half hours because my turbo is out, oh and by the way, my name is Apeilí" From there on I kept quiet and tried to piece the facts together. First off I've apparently been saved by this girl I could see now named Apeilí, then raced off at speeds not yet achieved by the fastest race car and finally shot our way out of town it was more action than he thought he would ever see. "Wait... so Apeilí why did you save me?" I said."An interesting first question, I don't know we're here either. You need a Weapon, keep the gun, and you know what have this knife as well, help me set up camp then we'll take

The rags swarm, He pulls his trigger again, but his arm is pushed up, the bullet blasts through the plaster ceiling, the dust slowly falls. The crowd grabs him, pulls him down. Their many hands pull, dragging him to the ground. He fires again, the crack hitting

“Recipe #32: Carrot Stew” My heart stopped as I knew it was about me. Before I could read anymore, the man quickly whipped around and walked towards me. He reached over my body, and he grabbed a sharp knife. My heart began to race as I began counting down the last seconds of my life. The man put the sharp blade up to my skin.

After what felt like hours but was only a half-hour of picking up dead body after dead body. I left my position to head to the ravine to retrieve more dead bodies. Their I seen my good friend sergeant Halcrow lying there with a gruesome injury. His abdomen had been split apart by bullets. I seen this and it remind me of hunter starting to gut his kill with a knife after shooting it. I came over to my friend to look at his injury.

It was almost midnight when he caught up to me. I knew it was time. I picked a spot next to the large cave I found under the brush. He was coming quickly and I heard the dogs with him. When he was within range I turned slightly and yelled in pure terror, or thats what he thought. Waiting for him to shoot I pretended to struggle and and scramble in the brush while he pulled out his pistol. I knew the way it worked, I had been in his dungeons listening to the gun shots for weeks. I knew he would shoot my arm first to stop me, then my legs, then one last shot in my heart to kill me. I waited for the first shot. It grazed my arm but that wasn 't good enough, I yelled as if it struck my heart, then fell into the pool as he fired off the last