DMC Guard? Pssssh....

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DMC Guard? Pssssh....

So I crawl out from under that damned roof, the thing fell on me, and dusted myself off, I seemed okay besides a little cut on my leg, but it seemed to be alright. Just past the clearing of the forest, stood a man clad in all black, seeming to be busy and focused on relieving himself. I darted towards him, I wanted what he had, knuckles-white because I was clutching my monkey wretch so hard. I reached him and just as he turned around, I could see the whites of his eyes. He reached for his gun but my wrench obliterated his right arm and was seemingly crippled, he looked at me in disbelief as I thunked him in the side of his head. "He isnt dead..." , I thought to myself. I carefully stripped him down to his briefs and looked at what I had gotten my hands on. I heaved everything over my shoulder and trudged my way back to my grocery cart. I jammed my loot in-between my rifle and my supply of water, which was running out. "I should head back Detroit... , I thought. I kicked the off the safety on one of the wheels on my cart and began the long journey back to the DMC. As I passed the guard, he seemed to be recovering. He was sitting up and feeling the side of his head, where I had hit him. HE gingerly reaches up to his temple and cringes when it makes contact with his skin, he then moves his hand to back to the front of his face and sees the blood on his fingers. He looks up and sees me and sees his clothes in my cart. He attempts to stand up, but is unable to. I look at him, and think of what he must have gone through in his life... Then I laugh, and continue walking.

"Shoe hoarding since 1987"