"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" her words echoed through the hallways like screams of damnation. Graham sighed, packing his essentials whilst trying to block out the ambience. "You can't just leave me!" she shouted. "I'm sorry" he said finally, before stepping calmly out of the front door.
Graham was but a foot out of the door when a bullet whistles past his right ear, narrowly missing his head and shattering a nearby garden light into a thousand fragments that glistened from a pair of headlights staring Graham in the face. "Stay inside!" shouted graham, whilst pulling an AK47 out of his bum and firing blindly into the light that faced him. Further bullets were shot in Graham’s direction, scattering across the midnight chill, narrowly missing Graham's tight ripped torso. "I dun know wut to do" yelled Graham, hitting his head with his left flat palm whilst walking in circles with his bum stuck out.
"Need a hand?" yelled old Mrs. Bickletinker from the house opposite with a coy look on her face. "Buhhahamergh" Graham was clearly messed up and shaken by the situation he was faced with, and was making little sense in both a physical and vocal capacity. Without hesitation Mrs. Bickletinker commenced throwing a frozen salmon fillet at the offending car, perhaps hoping that the cold chill of a frozen fish provided the required essentials to ward off bullets and guns. "Bang", she stumbled back after being shot in the face by an automatic shotgun and quickly hit the floor in a ragdoll-esq fashion.
Riddled with fear Graham threw his anal-born AK47 to the ground, followed immediately by raising both his hands in the air. A tall dark figure slowly climbed out of the fishy car and started walking in Graham's direction. Graham, unsure of the correct course of action resorted to small talk in hope of defusing the situation "What's with all this snow recently!" he squirmed. "I remember when a bag of chips cost 50p!" the dark figure was clearly unimpressed "Nice try, eggface" his deep voice uttered.
