You suddenly remember the person that shot your dad was your mom. If your mom had any feud with your dad, it must be over. It surely had
nothing to do with the war. You place the box on the floor, then step out from behind the wall. Your mom looks up from your "other mom,"
spots you, and aims the TGun at you.
"You're next!" she snarls.
You exclaim, "What are you doing? It's my birthday! I'm 16! Don't you remember, mom?"
"Then," her mouth twists into an evil smile, "you can enjoy your sweet 16 as a girl!"
She fires, and you have no choice but to make a break for it. You roll to the side with an agility you never anticipate, grab the box, and attempt
to figure a way out. Luckily, her next shots are badly placed, and they are way off. You run around another corner, and put your back on the
wall. You hear your mom come in, readying her TGun. You take a look inside your box.
Inside is, surprisingly, another TGun, this time a boy model. On the inside of the box, small writing scrawled:
HEY, MAX, THIS IS YOUR 16TH BIRTHDAY, SO I GOT YOU A GUN. FUNNY, BUT I PREDICT THAT VERY SOON, YOUR MOM WILL BECOME RENEGADE
AND START ATTACKING US. SO, HERE YOU GO. HAPPY 16TH!
You whisper to yourself, "Huh! It seems I'll have to use this earlier than he suspected!" And glance around the corner to see if you can subdue
your mom.
Your mom is slowly pacing up to the corner, and you ready yourself. Screaming, you run out and knock her over.
"Sorry mom. It's my 16th birthday. I can't be changed." You shoot your mom, then make a break for the door. Your "dad" is still laying there.
You whisper, "Don't worry dad, I'll come back for you." Then you run.
There are intense gun-battles all over the streets, and it's too dangerous. You decide wait and think about what to do next.