Re: Black Canvas
Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 9:03 pm
Hiroshi looked pissed off, rightfully so. He was armed, two of his friends dead, and Yoshio was laying down on the ground, bullet in his shoulder, and probably looking deadly. He needed to look like that, true fact, otherwise people could just pick him off. He didn't want to die, he couldn't die.
Hiroshi seemed to get the idea, and he ran off. HE ran off from YOSHIO. He knew something had to have happened.
He's running! I SCARED HIM! I AM NOT DEAD!
But then he tried moving his left shoulder again. It was as though the glass in his shoulder had gotten deeper each minute.
OWWW! IT HURTS!!!
Carefully lifting himself off the ground, he noticed on the ground below him there was a patch of blood. His blood. Yoshio gulped deeply.
Am I going t-to die?
NO! He couldn't die!
Stumbling over to the dead bodies of Kazuo Kiriyama and Mitsuru Numai, he almost collapsed against the car. The pain in his shoulder wasn't getting any more bearable, so he needed to make it quick. Yoshio surveyed the bodies, and grabbed everything he needed; namely, both their guns (he noticed that Kazuo tried to kill him with every bullet in the gun. It was probably empty, he would reload it later), all the ammo in their bags, kept in boxes and bags, and their rations. He needed to eat, and it wasn't like they needed it anymore...
He put everything in his own bag, which was eventually becoming heavier. Not wanting to put too much strain on his injured arm, he switched everything around so that he was right hand gunning, and right hand carrying. But it wasn't as though the pain in his arm would stop any time soon. He needed to get out of there. There were bodies, and gunshots. Someone had to have heard it across the island, and he was right in the centre of it.
He knew there was a clinic nearby, but he had to be careful. He knew how to read a map, but he had to do it from memory. No way of actually holding it, so if he wasn't careful and listening, he would end up blowing his own head off.
Yoshio started stumbling in the direction of the harbour. He had to get something for his arm. He had to not die today.
((Yoshio Akamatsu continued elsewhere))
Hiroshi seemed to get the idea, and he ran off. HE ran off from YOSHIO. He knew something had to have happened.
He's running! I SCARED HIM! I AM NOT DEAD!
But then he tried moving his left shoulder again. It was as though the glass in his shoulder had gotten deeper each minute.
OWWW! IT HURTS!!!
Carefully lifting himself off the ground, he noticed on the ground below him there was a patch of blood. His blood. Yoshio gulped deeply.
Am I going t-to die?
NO! He couldn't die!
Stumbling over to the dead bodies of Kazuo Kiriyama and Mitsuru Numai, he almost collapsed against the car. The pain in his shoulder wasn't getting any more bearable, so he needed to make it quick. Yoshio surveyed the bodies, and grabbed everything he needed; namely, both their guns (he noticed that Kazuo tried to kill him with every bullet in the gun. It was probably empty, he would reload it later), all the ammo in their bags, kept in boxes and bags, and their rations. He needed to eat, and it wasn't like they needed it anymore...
He put everything in his own bag, which was eventually becoming heavier. Not wanting to put too much strain on his injured arm, he switched everything around so that he was right hand gunning, and right hand carrying. But it wasn't as though the pain in his arm would stop any time soon. He needed to get out of there. There were bodies, and gunshots. Someone had to have heard it across the island, and he was right in the centre of it.
He knew there was a clinic nearby, but he had to be careful. He knew how to read a map, but he had to do it from memory. No way of actually holding it, so if he wasn't careful and listening, he would end up blowing his own head off.
Yoshio started stumbling in the direction of the harbour. He had to get something for his arm. He had to not die today.
((Yoshio Akamatsu continued elsewhere))