I walked down the street, more like paced. I wasn't me today, I wasn't paying attention, just pressing on. It wasn't like me, I was just too confused with everything. Oh well, right? Finally I was gaining back my senses, and paying more attention. I started noticing the words coming from people's mouths, as they wondered what was wrong with me. Maybe there is hope for us after all, they're paying attention. I stopped at a gun shop. Why? I have no idea. I had an urge, a very strong urge. I walked in, picked out a black small, semiautomatic pistol, and bought it with the extra money I had. Usually I hated guns, but I felt unsafe. I bought a hip-holster, and strapped it on, and put the gun in it after the guy told me how to load it. I walked out to the back alley, and loaded it with some ammo I picked out with it, and put it back in my holster. Now I was ready for anything. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time only permitted this short update...
Meg's POV Flashback The smell of blood was in the air. Gun shots were going off at regular intervals. I couldn't speak, or even see. There was only black. "Now?" Someone asked. "Yes." I felt someone grab my shoulder and yank me up. I stood up. They pushed me forward. I tripped and fell. "Get up!" My arm was pulled with such force that I thought it must have become dislocated. I tried to yell out in pain but couldn't. I shook my head and served, almost hitting a truck. Why was I thinking about that now? I had work to do. But the memory was still there. I got a tip that Benson was recently in the downtown area. I parked my car and got out. He was last seen walking out of a gun shop. I spotted it a ways down and started to walk to it. But there was no need. I saw the guy from the diner down the street. There he was. But what was I going to do? I'm not some type of stalker. That's when I heard it. A faint buzzing sound near me. I looked around thinking it was a bug. Then I was thrown into the air. Something exploded behind me. I hit the ground hard. My vision went dark and I couldn't breath. People started screaming and running. Some one pulled out a cell phone and I could hear sirens in the distance. But that's all I remember before I passed out.
The explosion killed and severely injured many. I was far enough away, that I wasn't affected by anything, besides small glass shards falling beside me. It was random, completely unpredictable. I saw a woman laying there. It was the same woman from the diner. She was obviously unconscious and bleeding. The paramedics were walking around her as if they thought she was already a loss. I ran to her, picked her up, and put her arm over my shoulder. She looked at me faintly, before blanking out again. I dragged her to my apartment all the way from there. Nobody cared to ask, no cops or anything questioned. It was out of the ordinary. ~~~ I sat her down on the couch. I sat there for while, but she didn't wake up. She was still breathing, and I realized her arm was badly cut and bleeding. I quickly ravaged my house and found a first-aid kit. I cleaned out the wound with alcohol, and wrapped gauze around it, and taped it with some medical tape. She looked like she was about to wake up, when suddenly her eyes opened. "Hello." I said calmly, as she almost jumped from her seat.
Adam, you are doing amazing, but errr...... Is it just me or do you and renagade use "I" a little too much?
Already knew that. stickin to my statement. (see? Just avoided "I" Twice, wait, counting the parenthasees twhree times.)
Um, because you're using dependent clauses. I don't use them without an independent clause with then. Because using just a dependent clause, is incorrect grammar.