Thursday, October 19, 2006

DIY anyone?

It was dark and I was crouched low running. At first I didn't know why I was running but when I ran across an intersection a bullet whizzed past and slammed into the wall. Now I knew why I was running, people were trying to kill me, but why, and where was I?
As I slowed down to get my bearings I took a good look around and realised I was in a massive B&Q warehouse. I was beginning to wonder why I was there when I heard shouts from behind me and realised I had to keep moving.
I crawled past a couple of aisles until I was in the lumber section, I was just trying to figure out how I was going to get out when a hand clamped over my mouth and a quiet voice next to my ear told me not to scream.
I looked around in the darkness but could not make out my assailant, he promised that he was on my side and was just as keen to avoid being shot as me. He explained that we had ran to the wrong side of the building because the fire escape at this end led out to a sealed courtyard surrounded by razorwire. We had to make our way to the other side of the shop were we could make a break for it through the front doors.
Just as I was beginning to wonder why this man was helping me I was momentarily blinded. All of the shop lights had been turned on. Obviously these people were keen to wrap up this situation and had decided to stop wasting time in darkness.
We split up, it seemed to make sense, and I headed towards the nearest aisle. I came up with the idea that if they couldn't see me they couldn't shoot me. I climbed up the side of the massive storage racks that make up the aisles until I got to the top very near the ceiling. I carefully looked around and spotted two individuals close by on the floor, both carrying silenced pistols. I carefully made my way down the aluminium shelf trying to make as little sound as possible.
Halfway along as I was squeezing past a large cardboard container I heard a voice directly underneath me. I slowly peered over the box and saw one of the gunmen. I should have ignored him, after all he hadn't seen me and I needed to escape. I shoved as hard as I could and the box sailed off the shelf and straight down. It landed with a loud bang and the satisfactory sound of bones breaking.
I had a quick look down to see, it was a mistake because one the others saw my shadow and looked up. Swearing under my breath I got up and made a run for it.
Bullets started flying all around me as I made my way over whatever boxes were in my way until suddenly I caught my foot on something and stumbled. I tried to stop myself from falling and almost succeeded but in the end only succeeded in dragging a large box off the shelf with me.
I hit the ground hard and it took me a minute to realise which way was up. When I managed to finally get myself up with the help of the box that landed next to me I was confronted by one of the gunmen standing in front of me pointing his gun right at my head.
Using many expletives about how much of a pain in the neck I had been he pulled the trigger...........

Then I woke up suddenly and realised that once more I had escaped my dreams in the nick of time and that it was time to get up.

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