Colin noticed an open closet right next to him, slipping inside and locking the door behind him. He looked for a way to protect himself as footsteps approached the door. He found a knife tucked away in the corner of the room and clutched it firmly in his grasp, trying not to shake as the footsteps grew closer, punctuated by a door being kicked in every few steps. In a desperate bid for safety he wedged a chair in the door.
Colin curled up on the floor clutching the knife, his heart racing as the handle began to shake. Kicks pounded against the door furiously as he waited for her to give up on trying to get in. Suddenly, the pounding stopped and footsteps could be heard going away from the door. He sighed and began to head for the door... until he heard something being unlatched.
He backed against the wall in horror as a fire axe chopped into the door, tearing away a huge chunk of it as Colin screamed. Olivine smiled menacingly as Colin clutched the knife in fear.
"You know, I feel like I should be saying something here..." Olivine said as she watched the cornered fatso crouch in the corner, shaking like jello.
"Eh, fuck it." she bluntly said while pulling out her pistol.
Colin desperately threw his knife as Olivine squeezed the trigger.
They both gaped in shock.
Colin bleeding from the chest, Olivine with a knife in her neck gushing blood. They both fell to the floor as two blood pools flowed into eachother...
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Game Over: She axed him a question, and he said it was knife to meet her.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Okay! Okay! I'm going!