Colin grabbed the rifle off the rack and loaded in some ammo that was on a nearby table. He pumped the gun as the poacher's foot smashed through the door. Colin took aim and shot the attacker in the leg , sending the man reeling back in pain. Sliding the gun through the new hole, Colin landed another shot inthe man,s shoulder.
The gamer busted down the door as the wolf-dogs gave chase. Rapidly loading the gun with his clumsy rubber ape fingers, Colin fired another two shots: one directly at a wolf-dog while the second missed. The gamer ran as fast and as hard as his legs could carry him, leaping over a ledge and sliding down the side of the snowy cliff.
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Meanwhile, Donavan's wife was trudging through the snow looking for the deserter.
"He has to be here somewhere... aha!" the woman said as she found the costume filled van starkly standing against the snow.
"Thought you could get away from me, huh? Thought one of these cheap costumes could throw me off? Well, two can play this game." she monologued as she got dressed up in a Werewolf costume.
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Colin lay motionless in the snow, breathing but taking his slide down not that well.
"Hello?" a voice asked.
Colin stirred and groaned.
"Hello?" the voice asked again.
"Unnnn.... no Mom, it's Saturday, I don't have school...." Colin moaned whistfully.
"Anyone here?!" a voice called out.
Colin finally stirred and stumbled out of the snow, staggering in the direction of the voice.
"Huh? W-who's there?" Colin mumbled out.
The gamer's vision cleared as he saw: