Resident Evil: Desperation

[Quiet_Cool]

Ray

Gunshots again, then a loud roar as a large group of zombies came into view ahead. They were headed in the opposite direction, distracted by something that I guessed was the group of people who would become my new best friends if I got to them in time. I turned as I neared them, intending to speed around the block and meet them on the other side.

 

[Violent C]

Aaron

I turned to the two men in the front seat and exclaimed, "What in the blue hell were those things!?"

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy

I looked over at Aaron and said, "Those were zombies and those are the easy things. There are things that are probably roaming around this city more evil and vicious than you can even imagine. Now you can stay here and wait for them to find and rip you to shreds or you can follow me to that gun shop and get something so that we can live."

I got out of the car and looked over to the other side to see Michael get out. I grabbed the bag that held the shotgun shells then began to slowly walk towards the gun store, hoping that there was something inside that was useable.

 

[Logan Aurous]

Michael

I exit the car, worried about how this new kid was going to far. Redfield seemed confident and calm enough to be useful, but Aaron was jittery and yelled a lot. I could tell he was going to start pushing my buttons quickly. Just then, in a window above the street, something catches my eye.

Was that another survivor? Possibly. The Gun Shop was situated across the street. I turn to see Aaron and Redfield entering the shop. I look back to the window. I needed to investigate.

"Redfield! I need to check on something. Give the kid a 9mm and four clips. While you at it, pick me up a couple too, and keep an eye open for magnum bullets too for me. If everything pans out ok, I'll be right over. DO NOT move until I get back, unless you absolutely have to, got it?"

I didn't wait for an answer, I just entered the base of the building where I had seen movement. The place smelled. It was cramped and musky. A couple of half eaten corpses lay about. I draw my 9mm, ready for anything.

A door bursts open and I roll down the hallway. I get up and see a zombie stumbling out of the door. I fire three rounds into it, dropping it. I fire two more just to be safe. These things were literally everywhere.

I make my way to a stair case and proceed up, stairs creaking underneath me. I come up and see a number of door lined up. This was obviously a hotel or an apartment complex. I listen for any type of movement at each door. Finally, I hear something. It isn't a shuffling of dead feet, more of a heel-toe walk. Good chance it's human . . . or something really mean.

I try the door. Locked. Normally I would knock, but this is a special situation. I fire three shots, one into the handle and two more where dead bolts would be located. I kick the door open and walk in.

And find a gun pressed to me head.

 

[Violent C]

Aaron

I glanced over at Michael as he went into the building opposite us. Who the fuck did he think he was, ordering me about like that. Oh well. I shrugged and followed Redfeild into the gun shop. I took the 9mm and the ammo when he offered, and tucked the gun into my waistband. After a few moments in the shop, I felt the warm waves of the disturbingly familiar stench of death wash over me. While looking around, I came to the conclution that whoever had run this store obviously hadn't stopped with guns alone; there were all kinds of lethal close range wepons like machettes and Japanese ornamental swords.
Although there were many guns available, I neglected that selection. Having never shot a gun before, I wasn't too sure about how much help they'd be. Instead, I grabbed a bloodstained chainsaw that was lying near a puddle of gore. The previous owner of weapon was sitting in a corner towards the back, curled up in a fetal position.
If I was any judge, he was well past dead, what with there being large chunks of his anatomy missing. I turned away quickly after nabbing the chainsaw, trying not to unleash my lunch.
I found a door near the body that seemed to lead to a closet of some sort. I jiggled the handle.
Locked.
I leaned up against the door, trying to catch my breath. This whole ordeal was a bit much to bear. For Christ's sake, I'm not some sort of guerilla warrior, I'm a college student!
That's when the thought that I hadn't allowed myself to consider percoleted through the sea of unceartinty and fear that was occupying my mind.
What about my parents?
I let out a cry and slammed my fist against the door. To my utter amazement, it swung open.

What I saw inside took my breath away...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ray

I rounded the building and came to a stop to find a truck with no one in it, the door still wide open and the interior light glowing. I glanced the opposite way and saw the car, sitting unattended nearby.
I glanced back at the truck...someone had been in that recently, otherwise the battery would have gone dead. Possibly my friend with the gun.
I scanned my surroundings, trying to act quickly, thinking, I've got about twenty seconds before those zombies have me, what do I do now?
I started moving again, thinking that whoever had the truck must have been dead, or have run away from those things, and if it was the latter, he had the right idea...
Then I heard the shots from the building across the street.
"Shit." I muttered. If that was my friend, I'd need to do what would help us both, and that was simple. The zombies had seen me, and if they saw me go into that building, they'd be all over us in seconds...there was no way to keep them out, I was certain, not a safe one, anyway.
I revved the engine a few times, letting them get closer, then turned the cycle slowly as they came within an arm's reach., then sped off, leaving them behind me. I rode unitl I was almost fifty yards down the street, then slowed the vehicle, waiting for them to catch up...

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy

I looked around the gun shop, my arms already laden with guns and ammo. I knew that what I had was more than enough but I was looking for something in particular, the Magnum bullets that Michael was looking for. I walked over to the counter and found the button then pushed it and turned when I heard the wall behind me open just to see a zombie standing there!

It jumped at me but before it could get close enough I brought up my shotgun and fired, blasting its head apart. I looked down at the zombie and said, "Fucking things.... how many are there in this city anyway?"

I walked into the small room and smiled for there were weapons in there that did indeed border on the rear and that's when I saw it. Michael's gun, well the exact duplicate was sitting on one of the walls. I slowly walked over to the wall and pulled it off then looked down at the case to see several boxes of bullets- Michael wasn't going to believe this one!

 

[Guest]

Nina

Nina saw the carnage down below with a mix of horror and facination.

She almost missed one of them parting from the group and heading towards the building she was in.

She sat terrified in the corner as she heard the gun shots within the building. She wasn't sure what to do.

She'd been hiding from those... those things for so long now. No sign of human life for all that time and now... now...

He was close.

She moved with a steely determination that bellied her sweet looks. She was expecting him. The door swung open with the force of his foot. She stood there and aimed her pistol at his temple.

"Please don't make me use this..." She hissed.

"Drop your weapon." She was amazed at the calm she felt. Her gun didn't waver as she waited for him to comply.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ray

I was about to take off again when I heard the shotgun blast. I glanced back, thinking, that was from the gunshop, not the building across the street.
Had he...?
No time now, they were gaining. I took off, heading further down the street, choosing to go two more blocks, then waiting again, I'd let them catch up again, then turn down an alley and go around, leaving them here, hopefully leaving them headed into the alley so they wouldn't see me coming around behind them.
THe plan wasn't a total success, though. Several of them had heard the shots and were headed for the gunshop. THe mass of them was following, but some were still behind.
"Come on, you rotting fucks..." I muttered.

 

[Violent C]

Aaron

I stumbled backwards, my the horrible image burned into my retinas. Inside the room were a half a dozen corpses, covered in some sort of white guaze. They were all shriveled and looked like they would crumble into dust if you breathed on them too hard. The room itself looked to be some sort of storage space. Not too much furnishing, apart from a broken card table, and bare concrete walls and floors. I staggered off towards the front of the store. I thought I heard a motorcycle outside, but before I could go investigate I heard the sound of Redfeild discharging his shotgun. I rushed over towards the sound and saw the dead zombie by the secret entrance. There was Redfeild, happy as a clam amidst the treasure trove of weapons and ammunition. As much as I hated to spoil his good mood, I had to tell him.

"Hey, there's something back here you ought to see. It looks like some giant spider had his way with a few civillians." I tried, quite unsuccessfully, to hide the horror and revusion in my voice as I described the scene. Of course, Redfeild hardly batted an eye at the news. I looked about, and saw a few things that even I could hit with, and left the room with two new assault rifles and a bunch of ammo. I went to the middle of the store and stood there in thought while Redfeild went to check on the corpses.

I had a lot on my mind; my parents, for one thing. Also, where were the things that killed those people and sucked them dry? And, possibly most pressing, how were we gonna carry around all these guns? Well, I had an answer for one at least. My truck was still outside, just a few yards away. I figured that I could go ahead and retrieve it now, so I hollered to Redfeild where I was going and headed for the door. Unfortunately, It was blocked by a few former men. I started to panic, then decided it was time to suck it in and be a man if I ever wanted to find my parents. I revved up my chainsaw, and went towards the doorway.

The first one lunged for me, and I thrust the saw deep into his chest and dragged it upwards, cutting his torso in two. He fell to the ground, not moving. I swung at another one and managed to catch him in the neck, severing it from his body. Then two more fell upon me, clawing and biting. I shoved them away, but not before one of them took a chunk of flesh from my forearm. I realized that there were more than I thought at first, and screamed to Redfeild for help. I prayed that he would get here quickly. Until then, I continued to hack and chop.

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy

I heard the shout for help and turned to see Aaron standing there hacking away with a chainsaw at several zombies. I pulled my two new pistols out of their holsters and moved towards the door. I then heard a noise above me and felt something fall onto my shoulder. I looked up and saw the biggest spider I had ever seen in my life. With a shout I jumped back as the thing fell to the floor where I had just been standing.

I looked at the spider as it moved closer to me and squeezed the triggers on my pistols just to see it move out of the way. Before I even knew what was happening it fired a shot of webbing at me which hit me in the chest and knocked me to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud and saw my pistols slide across the ground away from me. I knew that I was in trouble.

 

[Violent C]

I'm leavining on a jet plane

And I don't know when I'll be back again.

I'm going to visit family for the holidays, so I may not be able to post for a while. I'm leaving my character open for grabs until I retun on the 22nd. Have fun without me fellas!!

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ray

Distant...the sound of...some sort of motor...?
THen shots being fired, pistol shots, I was sure, coming from the direction of the gun shop.
Some of the zombies had heard them as well, and were turning back in the direction. The mass of them seemed determined to press on toward me, though, so the situation wasn't at a loss.
I revved the engine, as if the sound might draw some of their attention back to me.
They were almost to me by then, and I turned the cycle to face the alleyway, revving the engine again. Once they were close enough to almost grab me, I headed off again, peeling out and speeding through the alley, slowing at the other side and stopping in the street beyond it. I looked around to see more zombies here. Apparently, when I'd come into town and seen nothing, they'd only been preoccupied. Now, knowing there were people loose in the streets, they were everywhere. The ones on this street were well scattered, and I guessed I could zig and zag between them fairly easily. At least, for now I could...In a few minutes, when the horde that chased me caught up, they might be too thick.
I waited, wondering how the people in the shop and whoever was across the street from it were faring...

 

[Logan Aurous]

I'm also out

I too, am leaving for the holidays. I leave tonight and won't be back until the sixth of Jan. Sorry guys, but if someone wants, they can play Michael until I get back. Happy Holidays!

 

[sex-maniac69]

Daniel

Sorry i was gone for the holidays


Daniel blake

25

blonde green eyes

worked for umbrella but stole information and now is on the run.

His uncle created the t virus


IC:

I pulled into the town of Desperation at about 3:00 am

"I have to go i have to run," i mumured to myself.All i had was an envolop with the supposed cure to the diease and a silver pistol with a few extra clips.

Just when i thought things couldnt get worse i hear click click and my car shut off."DAMN!," i screamed.Im out of gas.I quickly grab the gas can from my trunk and head for a gas station.


About half way there i hear a funny walk crawl behind me.I turn to see a man approaching."Hey," i yell "Where can i get some gas," i asked him.No answer.I walk toward him.When i get close enough i see something horrible.It wasnt a man but a demon or some thing.Its flesh was half rotted off and its clothes were soaked in blood.

My first response was to pull my pistol."Stop," i said.no answer it kept coming.I said stop again but it still kept coming.I blindly squeeze the trigger.I see its head explode and it crumple to the ground.

"What the fuck is going on," i say to myself.I turn to find someone who is perhaps normal.

I ran till i found a weapon shop.I headed inside yelling for someone ,anyone....

 

[Guest]

Sorry I took so long...

OOC: I will try and get my character caught up with the rest as soon as I can.

basic info:
Name: Denholm Forrest

Age:31
Ht: 6'
wt: 235 lbs

BIO: Former SAS trooper retired two years. Acts as a seciruty consultant. Was hired by Umbrella to recover stolen data from Daniel Blake. Is wary of his new assignment but has been convinced by his new empoloyers that not only is Blake a thief but a traitor as well. They claim he is going to sell the information to the highest bidder. He is requested to recover the information at all costs. The trail leads him to Desperation.

IC:
Denholm Forrest awoke to the god awful sound of his alarm going off. It sounded ridiculously loud to him, though that probably had something to do with the drinking binge he had been on the night before. Grumbling incoherently to the cat, he swatted the damn thing off of the nightstand.
Only the ringing refused to stop.
“Bloody hell.”
He picked up the clock and flung it across the room, smashing it against the far wall. Silence, thank god. He dropped back down on his bed, his hands clutching his pounding head. As he closed his eyes, the phone rang.
“Bugger me!”
He snatched the handset from its cradle so quickly he lost his grip on it and fumbled with it for a few seconds before he was able to pinch it between his ear and his shoulder.
“Yes?” His head was pounding furiously and he was afraid to shake the cobwebs out.
“Denny?” The voice asked.
“Yes.” It was all he could say without his head exploding.
“It’s Nigel. Listen we have a bit of a situation here and I was hoping you could assist.”
Shit. I was going on vacation. Denholm hadn’t even been home for more than a few days.
“No thanks Nigel. I’ve just gone on holiday mate. I’m out of the rotation.”
There was a long pause that could only mean trouble the former SAS trooper. Denholm glanced at his watch and noticed it was four thirty in the morning.
“Sorry Denny, but I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a mess and I’m afraid you’re the man for the job.”
“No way Nigel. Abso-fucking-lutly not.” He hated being pressured like this. Nigel had a way of quietly enforcing his will on Denholm and the other security officers.
“Look, I know that fiasco in Argentina was bad old man and I’m sorry, but I really must insist you take this assignment.”
“I am going to hang up now Nigel. Call me in a few hours after I’ve had some bloody rest, mate.”
“I’ll expect you in the office at seven then.” The line went dead. Denholm stared at the receiver in disbelief. He dropped it on the cradle and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Fucking Asshole.”
He padded over to the bathroom and started to clean up. He figured he might as well find out what all the fuss was about.

 

[Guest]

More from our pal Denholm

IC:
Denny walked though the door at exactly seven a.m., still sporting a hangover. He was clean-shaven and relaxed looking despite his headache. He walked directly into Nigel’s office.
“All right Nigel, what the devil is so god dammed important that I was denied a night of sleep.”
“Relax Denny, meet Miss Andrea DiFusco, Director of security for Umbrella Corp.” Nigel waved his hand toward the blond in the chair to his left that Denny had failed to notice on his way in.
“Uh, yes. Good morning.” He extended his hand toward the woman and shot a dirty look at Nigel for not having warned him.
“I’ll get right to the point. We have had a major breach in security in the past twenty four hours. One of our research facilities in British Columbia was destroyed and seventeen people were killed.” She paused to let that sink in.
“Go on.” Denny was all ears now.
“One of our research scientists is unaccounted for. His name is Daniel Blake. He is a virologist for our biotechnology division located in North America. We do not believe he is dead and we need to have him found immediately.” Another pause.
“I’m sorry.. Miss?” He couldn’t remember her name, headache be dammned.
“DiFusco, Gloria DiFusco.”
“Right. Miss DiFusco, there must be some mistake. I am a security consultant, not a skip tracer or bounty hunter. It seems to me that my services could have been put to better use prior to your breach of security.”
He looked at Nigel for assistance.
“Nigel?”
“Well, Denny. There is a bit more to this. You see, this Blake fellow has apparently gone missing with some valuable data and samples.”
“So he’s a thief then?”
“We are not certain at this point, Mister Forrest.” She interjected. “Our concern is that Doctor Blake is found and that whatever information he has on his person, if any, is secured and returned to us.”
“Ok. It still sounds like a bounty hunter assignment. I don’t understand where I fit in.” Denny was confused and felt like they were holding out on him.”
Gloria cleared her throat. “The information that is missing is data on a very dangerous virus. We need it recovered as quickly and as quietly as possible. By whatever means are necessary.”
Denholm just stared at her, arms folded, waiting for the rest of it. She did not disappoint him.
“There may be a black market for this type of information. There are radical elements in this world that would very much like to get their hands on both Doctor Blake and his notes.” She looked at Nigel a moment and then turned her gaze to Denny.
“I understand that you have extensive experience in counter-terrorism.”
That’s what this is all about, he thought. Scratching his chin absentmindedly, he considered the assignment and had one more question.
“Do you know where he is headed?”
“We believe he is headed for our alternate research facility just outside a small town in Montana called Desperation.”
“Bloody marvelous name.” Nigel chirped.
“Fine. When do I leave?”

 

[Angelus]

I looked over at the man who had just walked in shouting and shouted out, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble will you help me!"

I then looked over at the spider as it moved closer and knew that there had to be only one thing on its mind. It wanted nothing more than to suck me dry and I didn't want to be a decimated corpse.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Ray

By the time the zombies were halfway through the alley, I'd run out of time. Those around me were getting too close for me to wait any longer. I sped off, moving carefully between them, finding the motorcycle a dream to ride in terms of maneuverability.
I didn't wait anywhere else this time, but sped down the street, closing the same distance as I had on the others side of the alley in mere seconds, then slowed and rounded a corner, completing the circle a second later when I turned back onto the street again.
There were still zombies in the street, but not nearly so many, and they were scattered. Some turned to me as I rolled toward the gun shop.
Instead of parking out front, I drove past it and parked a block down the street, knowing I'd never be able to start it and get away with it so close, when the zombies would be right outside.
I could hear noises as I passed though, people shouting. I dropped the kickstand and climbed off, holding tightly to the shotgun as I started back. THe first zombie to approach me, I shot, blowing numerous pellet sized holes in its chest and stomach. It staggered back, then started toward me again.
Shit, I thought, they're almost indestructible.
I thought this over, quickly, as more zombies were staggering ever closer, then walked up to it as it groped at the air and staggered toward me. I pressed the shotgun into its stomach, watching its head as I pulled the trigger, thinking, this should just about tear it in half.
I pulled the trigger, expecting the thing to be thrown backward, violently as can be. Instead, the shotgun kicked back toward me, as it should have, and instead of the zombie falling away, its head burst, most likely from the sudden pressure inpeding on its stomach.
I stepped back, alarmed, as fragments of skull and chunks of brain rained over the asphalt, thinking, What the fuck...?
The zombie took two steps further, then slumped onto its knees and fell over.
I stared at it, disbelieving, then realized the other zombies were closing in.
No time to think, just run, I told myself, and was at the door in a second.

 

[Guest]

Denholm Forrest

IC:
It was nearly four in the afternoon by the time Denholm left the car rental facility at the airport. After acquiring some badly needed directions, he headed out onto the freeway.
North, toward Desperation.
Nightfall would come before he arrived and there were storm clouds on the horizon.

 

[Guest]

Denholm Arrives...

It was just starting to snow, the sun having disappeared behind the Rockies to his west, when Denholm arrived at the fringe town called Desperation.
His first thought was that the town had apparently been aptly named.
“What a bloody mess this frozen burg is.”
Something was not right. It was dark and the snow was beginning to dust the road up ahead.
There should be lights, he thought. Was that it?
No.
There was something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He had read the dossier on one Daniel Adam Blake, PhD on the flight over and this little ranch town made absolutely no sense at all.
Why was that damnable woman so positive that Blake would come here? She had been adamant about his coming here to begin his search. Yet she had been unable to provide a single valid reason as to why.
We have reason to believe, was her stock answer.
The fire caught his eye first.
There, off to the right was what may have been a car, smoldering next to a stalled freight train.
He pulled over to the side of the road, stepping out of the car into the rapidly freezing air. There were a few odd sounds in the air, but no sirens.
Did this just happen? Where the devil is everyone? Denny walked over to the burning car and realized that there were bodies littered around the wreckage. Bending to get a closer look at the bodies it became readily clear what was wrong.
They were dead.
And judging by the decay, they have been dead for quite some time.
“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into Denny boy?” he asked himself belatedly.
“Bleeding Christ!” One of the bodies had a “Y” incision on its chest indicating that the body had been autopsied at some point.
He was about to ask what was going on when he recognized the odd sounds in the distance.
Gunfire. Lots of gunfire.
He hopped back in the rental and sped off toward the sound.

 

[sex-maniac69]

Daniel

I heard the man."It wouldnt be to much trouble if youll help me," i glanced over and saw a spider bigger than my car.It all came in place.T-virus.I drew my weapon,"No problem," i shouted back.I fired a few rounds into the spider...

 

[Angelus]

Jeremy

I watched as the spider got knocked back by the shots that the man that had just come in was firing into its body. I crawled over to where my pistols lay and picked them up off the floor then turned and looked at the spider.

"You ugly mother- you are not going to have me for dinner!"

I began to fire at the spider and saw that although I was hitting it the bullets were having no effect whatsoever. I slid the pistols back into their holsters and pulled out my shotgun. I walked towards the spider who was now moving closer to the man who had saved my life and fired off a shot. The spider let out a hideous sound as the shot hit it in one of its legs, taking it clean off.

I smiled, thinking that it would be easy to kill the spider now but my smile quickly disappeared as the spider turned to me and jumped.

 

[Guest]

Desperation Denny

The main road in to town was covered with debris. Denholm found himself instantly on alert. A soldier’s instinct never really leaves and having spent more than his fair share of time in combat, Sergeant Major Denholm Forrest former paratrooper in the British Special Air Service felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
“Where is everyone?”
The town of Desperation was small even by small town standards. One main strip in the center of town and ten or so side streets were all there was to it. On one end was the Supermarket and the school and on the other was the town hall and sheriffs office.
His eyes scanned side to side, alert for movement of any kind. There was none.
That’s odd, he thought.
No birds, no breeze, nothing in the air.
As though someone had sucked the life out of the town.
Movement.
Off to the right, where there should have been a streetlight, just vanishing around the corner. The figure slipped behind what looked like a bank. He slowed the car down, edging past the corner so he could see down the block.
There it was.
Moving slowly, limping. Dragging what looked like a broken leg behind.
Had to be broken, judging by the grotesque angle it was bent just above the knee.
“Hello there!” He called. The person must be in shock. Had to be, to be walking on that leg.
“Are you all right?”
Nothing. The figure just kept dragging itself down the street.
The gunfire had stopped and since he could find no one else he decided to approach the “limper”. He made the left onto the side street, pulling to the curb just ahead of the figure. It looked like a woman, long matted hair covering the face.
“Miss, are you alright?”
Shhh-thump. Shhh-thump.
Walking toward her he reached for her, to clear the hair from her face. There was the scent of decay.
Shhh-thump. Shhh-thump.
Denholm Forrest was accustomed to the horrors of battle. He had seen the face of men disappear in clouds of blood and bone, bodies torn apart by shrapnel and comrades slowly dying in his arms.
But the walking dead woman caught him completely off guard.
When he cleared the hair form her face, her eye sockets were empty and she had a great patch of skin missing from her cheek. He could see her teeth through the tear. She lunged at him suddenly, teeth flashing, her hands curled into claws, the blue tinge of death in her skin.
Startled he stepped backward, slipping on a fresh patch of ice. He fell, the corpse falling with him. Instinctively he grabbed her, putting his right foot on her chest and allowed himself to roll all the way back. Using the momentum gained he pushed up, throwing the light corpse almost fifteen feet behind him.
“Bloody hell!”
Quickly rolling over, he looked up to where the corpse landed. It had to be a dream. His heart was racing and he fought the rising terror.
He got to his feet and listened.
He realized to his utter dismay, that he was unarmed. The car was still running and he rushed back to it. He put the rental in gear and when he looked up the Limper was standing in front of the car.
He could see her plainly in the headlights. Her teeth bared like a rabid dog, her claws reaching for him, she moved toward the car.
“Sorry luv, I’ve got to go.”
Flooring the accelerator, the car leapt forward. The corpse never even flinched. He struck her and she blew apart almost on impact, her torso shooting over the roof of the car and her legs tumbling underneath the car. He headed for the far corner and tried to make a right turn.
He was going too fast for the turn and ended up spinning the car completely around in the street so that he was facing north.
As luck would have it there was Buck’s Wilderness Outfitters on the right side of the street. It had apparently been looted. The windows were smashed and there were bodies and parts of bodies in front.
“Might be a nice place to acquire a weapon.” He told himself. He noticed the scoring in the walls and the empty shell casings littered about the general area.
“This is where the gunfire was coming from.”
He got out of the car and ran into the store.

 

[Moneytalks]

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