You remember the gun in your hand and try to drop it immediately, but it's stuck in your hand as if someone had duct taped it there.
Of course you're not going to kill anyone, but you could easily fake them out. You could shoot right at the tips of their toes and then run past them. It could work.
"Hey, hey, the battery on this one's almost out!" One of the men surrounding you points at you and motions to his companion down the road.
"Brant got away with the charger again. If we don't bring something back we're dead meat," the other voice calls back.
"So what do we do, just wait till it runs out?"
"There's really nothing else to do."
You stand up and everyone backs up a little from around you.
"Put the gun down." The man that was on the other side is walking towards you, speaking to you, but your hearing is fading.
"What do you mean 'battery is running out?'" you stutter, a little bit nervous.
"You'll find out out in about twenty five seconds." He checks his watch.
"Tell me now." You point the gun at him.
"Whoa, alright. I thought they put memory chips into all of you anyways? Maybe that's the first thing you lose." He shakes his head and speaks louder. "You're an experiment, do you remember that? I don't suppose you do...but it doesn't matter because you're gone now. What a shame—" His voice starts to fade out and you feel your body tilt to the ground. The ringing in your ears takes over all other sounds and your whole body feels like it's on fire. You fall face first into the pavement.
The End
-RH
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