> Leave Parker
I'm sorry dude, but it seems like you might die either way ;-;
> Hold the position
Not worth risking themselves, hopefully the survivors can hold out.
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on the small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping on his back for ten more seconds, she stopped, and took her blood-stained boots off of his body.
“Maybe you’ll be more willing to talk.” She said to the other one, as she got down on one knee and looked at the other’s face. It was Randomz, he and Jon had been engaged minutes ago by this Hunter team, and the only weapon they could shoot back with was a small handgun. “Do I know you?” She said, leaning down close to Randomz face.
Suddenly, gunfire was heard and Stark dropped to the floor, dead, with a bullet hole in his chest and his skull. The entire Hunter team lunged for suitable cover, while leaving Randomz and Jon prone in the grassy field. Randomz turned his head to look at Jon, who had taken most of the torturing. “You alright, Jon?” Jon coughed, and blood slowly trickled down from his mouth, along with three of Jon’s teeth.
“Never…” Jon coughed, “Never better.” Then out of the corner of his eye, Randomz saw a man dressed in military camouflage sprint in their general direction. The man then noticed them and ran straight towards them, sliding as he got to their position.
“I’m Pvt. Shu; let me get you out of here!” He said quickly, before drawing out his combat knife and cutting the zip ties that acted as bonds for Jon and Randomz. Shu then helped both of them up and yelled, “My friend will give us cover, we have to get to him! Run!” before jetting off with the two ex-prisoners following him.
They ran through the tall, grassy field heading north when a hand grabbed Shu’s ankle and pulled him down to the ground, it was Brennan, who was now wounded with a second bullet penetration. When Shu fell, he punched Brennan in his leg wound, then kneed him in the face, and started to get back up. Brennan, who was bloodied and angry, brought out his knife and stabbed Pvt. Shu in the neck before he could stand back up. Randomz and Jon, just seeing what happened to Shu, kicked the wounded Hunter until he dropped his weapon. When he did, Randomz picked it up and stabbed him in a chest-hole in his Kevlar vest, killing him almost instantly.
The two were almost to the other side, when a man in US Army combat uniform stepped out and gave them cover until they were in the tropical forest. Seconds later, he joined them in a small ditch, which gave them cover from occasional enemy fire. “Where’s Shu? The guy who went to get you two?”
Jon looked up at him, and said mournfully, “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it back.” At this the military man sat down and put his hand on his head.
“We shouldn’t have come back here…fuck!” He said, as he balled his hand into a fist and punched the ground.
As Jon went to comfort the soldier, Randomz stood up and asked, “Where’s the rest of the Search and Rescue team? Shouldn’t there be more of you?”
The soldier, while staring directly at the ground, answered “Me and Shu…we were all that was left.”
Swaggy stood on his perch looking down at the crowd of people that slowly moved across the dirt road, laughing as he did. “They have no idea what’s going to hit ‘em!” He whispered to himself as he adjusted his scope and felt for the direction of the wind. Most of the six people were out of the line of fire, making them unlikely of getting hit by his bullet, but there were still two that he could shoot. His smile widened as he looked down his sights, but alas he came to a decision. Which one to shoot? If he hit one, the other would scatter into the forest and he would have to start looking all over again, but that was his job. The wooden platform that he laid on, high up in a palm tree, creaked in the weak tropical wind, which grabbed the attention of the group below. As soon as they noticed what the object was, they sprinted towards the forest. “You only got one chance, Swaggy old boy.” The crazed sniper said to himself, “Only one chance.”
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
Quality work so much violence and killing my type of story just amazing
MUST KILL THE BATMAN MUST RESIST!!
2) Snipe Mutt
O… morenly I kill the batman
R.I.P SHU :'( why did you kill him? WHY couldn't it of been me..........................that killed him NOOOOOOO!!!
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… moreooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Shu! No! Hell no! Shuuuuuuuuuuu! NAAAAAAAWWW! I will have my revenge with them bloody hunters!
@GuiltyKingOumaShu I'm so sorry ;-;
2) Snipe Mutt
Quality work so much violence and killing my type of story just amazing
MUST KILL THE BATMAN MUST RESIST!!
2) Snipe Mutt
O… morenly I kill the batman
R.I.P SHU :'( why did you kill him? WHY couldn't it of been me..........................that killed him NOOOOOOO!!!
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aww, man. I so knew this was gonna happen. That's why I wanted to hold positions with Lennart. Damnit,… more people! You killed meeee! *in a haunting voice*
Well, it can't be helped, I guess. At least I saved some people. And the guy who killed me? I will see him in hell. Muhahahaha.
2) Snipe Mutt, btw. Why? Because of reasons.
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
I've only watched the show to Season 2. but I've read quite many of the books :)
So, I don't know if I know what you're talking about. Does it involve...a toilet?
Stannis isn't really interesting so far. He gets better, but he was completely boring when he was first introduced, which kind of left a bad impression. I actually like his general/adviser guy more than him, though I forgot his name again. And that strange god of light chick is weird.
Stannis isn't really interesting so far. He gets better, but he was completely boring when he was first introduced, which kind of left a bad… more impression. I actually like his general/adviser guy more than him, though I forgot his name again. And that strange god of light chick is weird.
“How’s the leg treating you, Brennan?” Valerie asked as she loaded her small, silenced sub-machine gun. The noon sun was blazing bright on t… morehe small open field that the team was standing in, and two men laid on the ground with zip ties keeping their hands together.
Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping … [view original content]
Gustav
Security Team Commando Gustav sat silently, in the cold, concrete barracks in the heart of the tropical forest, sipping large quantities of whiskey from a dark silver flask as he tried to forget the atrocities committed by his Security Teams and the Hunters that hired them. A gentle knock was heard emitting from the metal door to his office, and he hid his flask quickly into a drawer in his desk and said, “Come in.”
“Sir, we got new orders.” Shakur calmly reported as she walked into the office, “We’re on our way to intercept a group of military troopers that have survived the helicopter crash while Bravo Hunter Team pursues them.” Shakur was nervous, the last team that had been sent after a group of soldiers had died, and all of their weapons and ammunition were taken, and she didn’t want that to happen to her as well.
Gustav stood up and looked out the only other light source in his small office room, a large, bullet-proof window that showed a view of the vast, tropical forest, with a beautiful beach, and soft green water crashing against the sandy shore. The perfect paradise. “Shakur, how do you feel about this whole situation?”
Shakur knew what he meant, but just to be on the safe side, she answered, hoping to get more information on what he meant ‘this whole situation’, “Sir?”
The tall, grey-haired man turned around and looked at his fellow Security personnel with her arms crossed and said, “Us doing the dirty work. The Hunters making us exceed and go beyond the limits of our contracts. Speak as candidly as you can, and please dispense with the formalities.” This time, Gustav was waiting for a thought through answer from Shakur.
“Honestly, sir…I think it’s bollocks. We’re Security, sir, not mercenaries, but they use us like them. They are not afraid to risk our lives and use us as cannon fodder, while they are overprotective of their own elite teams.”
Gustav looked at his Security member with some newfound respect for her, and said, “I agree with you…while we’re out there, Shakur, I want you to watch my back.” Gustav quickly reloaded his large assault rifle that lay across his desk, and fast-walked out of his office to rally the rest of the Security platoon.
“Sir, what are you going to do?” Shakur called after her commander, hoping for some sort of answer back, but he said nothing. Shakur knew she didn’t even have to ask him, she knew what he was doing, and she knew he was playing a dangerous game.
Claude, Hershel, Rafael, Awesomeo, and Mutt.
Claude scratched his head, as he swatted a large mosquito that landed on his neck. “So…where are we going, Raf?” Claude, Rafael, Hershel, Mutt and Awesomeo steadily walked down the dirt road with several tire tracks, but making sure not to be directly on the path, just in case an enemy vehicle came down the pathway.
Rafael answered Claude, by looking over his shoulder from his position walking ahead of the group of five, “We’re following these tracks…they should lead us to a base of some kind, and should give us some way to get off this fucking island.”
Claude thought about it for a moment then asked, “But won’t there be some-” A loud crack of a sniper rifle interrupted his sentence and Mutt collapsed to the floor, with a bullet wound in the heart. Everyone did a mad dash for the tree line, hoping not to be the next one to collapse by a marksman’s round. A second crack was heard, this time, it pierced Awesomeo’s knee cap, coming out the other side. The man fell to the ground in a tremendous yell. Claude noticed what had happened but decided to think about it, run fifteen meters out into the open road and risk his own life for Awesomeo, or escape to the tree line, and evade the snipers view.
1) Save Awesomeo (at the risk of getting shot by the sniper).
2) Save yourself (escape to the tree line, safely out of the sniper’s sight). Hell, it’s what any normal person would do, right?
Gustav
Security Team Commando Gustav sat silently, in the cold, concrete barracks in the heart of the tropical forest, sipping large quan… moretities of whiskey from a dark silver flask as he tried to forget the atrocities committed by his Security Teams and the Hunters that hired them. A gentle knock was heard emitting from the metal door to his office, and he hid his flask quickly into a drawer in his desk and said, “Come in.”
“Sir, we got new orders.” Shakur calmly reported as she walked into the office, “We’re on our way to intercept a group of military troopers that have survived the helicopter crash while Bravo Hunter Team pursues them.” Shakur was nervous, the last team that had been sent after a group of soldiers had died, and all of their weapons and ammunition were taken, and she didn’t want that to happen to her as well.
Gustav stood up and looked out the only other light source in his small office room, a large, bullet-proof wi… [view original content]
Nah, your character is probably on some crazy ass adventure. On the first night, I focused a lot on the Military, the Hijackers and some plane crash Survivors, now I'm focusing on those who I left out of the first night.
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Brennan sat on a fallen palm tree, eating canned tuna, and with a full mouth answered, “It’s good, ma’am. I still feel a little ‘recently shot’, though.”
Valerie than turned her attention to her Hunters interrogating the two prisoners on the ground. “Any information on the rest of the survivors?”
Stark turned to her and said, “Negative, ma’am. Not a fucking peep.” Valerie shoved Stark and Perfect out of the way, and stood right above the two imprisoned men.
“Who are you two?” She asked with her gun pointed to one of them. “I asked you a question,” She then started stomping her steeled-toed boots against one of the prisoners back, “who the fuck are you?!” After stomping on his back for ten more seconds, she stopped, and took her blood-stained boots off of his body.
“Maybe you’ll be more willing to talk.” She said to the other one, as she got down on one knee and looked at the other’s face. It was Randomz, he and Jon had been engaged minutes ago by this Hunter team, and the only weapon they could shoot back with was a small handgun. “Do I know you?” She said, leaning down close to Randomz face.
Suddenly, gunfire was heard and Stark dropped to the floor, dead, with a bullet hole in his chest and his skull. The entire Hunter team lunged for suitable cover, while leaving Randomz and Jon prone in the grassy field. Randomz turned his head to look at Jon, who had taken most of the torturing. “You alright, Jon?” Jon coughed, and blood slowly trickled down from his mouth, along with three of Jon’s teeth.
“Never…” Jon coughed, “Never better.” Then out of the corner of his eye, Randomz saw a man dressed in military camouflage sprint in their general direction. The man then noticed them and ran straight towards them, sliding as he got to their position.
“I’m Pvt. Shu; let me get you out of here!” He said quickly, before drawing out his combat knife and cutting the zip ties that acted as bonds for Jon and Randomz. Shu then helped both of them up and yelled, “My friend will give us cover, we have to get to him! Run!” before jetting off with the two ex-prisoners following him.
They ran through the tall, grassy field heading north when a hand grabbed Shu’s ankle and pulled him down to the ground, it was Brennan, who was now wounded with a second bullet penetration. When Shu fell, he punched Brennan in his leg wound, then kneed him in the face, and started to get back up. Brennan, who was bloodied and angry, brought out his knife and stabbed Pvt. Shu in the neck before he could stand back up. Randomz and Jon, just seeing what happened to Shu, kicked the wounded Hunter until he dropped his weapon. When he did, Randomz picked it up and stabbed him in a chest-hole in his Kevlar vest, killing him almost instantly.
The two were almost to the other side, when a man in US Army combat uniform stepped out and gave them cover until they were in the tropical forest. Seconds later, he joined them in a small ditch, which gave them cover from occasional enemy fire. “Where’s Shu? The guy who went to get you two?”
Jon looked up at him, and said mournfully, “I’m sorry, he didn’t make it back.” At this the military man sat down and put his hand on his head.
“We shouldn’t have come back here…fuck!” He said, as he balled his hand into a fist and punched the ground.
As Jon went to comfort the soldier, Randomz stood up and asked, “Where’s the rest of the Search and Rescue team? Shouldn’t there be more of you?”
The soldier, while staring directly at the ground, answered “Me and Shu…we were all that was left.”
Swaggy stood on his perch looking down at the crowd of people that slowly moved across the dirt road, laughing as he did. “They have no idea what’s going to hit ‘em!” He whispered to himself as he adjusted his scope and felt for the direction of the wind. Most of the six people were out of the line of fire, making them unlikely of getting hit by his bullet, but there were still two that he could shoot. His smile widened as he looked down his sights, but alas he came to a decision. Which one to shoot? If he hit one, the other would scatter into the forest and he would have to start looking all over again, but that was his job. The wooden platform that he laid on, high up in a palm tree, creaked in the weak tropical wind, which grabbed the attention of the group below. As soon as they noticed what the object was, they sprinted towards the forest. “You only got one chance, Swaggy old boy.” The crazed sniper said to himself, “Only one chance.”
1) Snipe Rafael
2) Snipe Mutt
2) Snipe Mutt He looks like he could get lucky.
MUST KILL THE BATMAN MUST RESIST!!
2) Snipe Mutt
Only I kill the batman
R.I.P SHU :'( why did you kill him? WHY couldn't it of been me..........................that killed him NOOOOOOO!!!
Shu! No! Hell no! Shuuuuuuuuuuu! NAAAAAAAWWW! I will have my revenge with them bloody hunters!
@GuiltyKingOumaShu I'm so sorry ;-;
2) Snipe Mutt
aww, man. I so knew this was gonna happen. That's why I wanted to hold positions with Lennart. Damnit, people! You killed meeee! *in a haunting voice*
Well, it can't be helped, I guess. At least I saved some people. And the guy who killed me? I will see him in hell. Muhahahaha.
2) Snipe Mutt, btw. Why? Because of reasons.
You should have lived... ;-;
(read in Tyrion's voice)
Let's go kill them!
Eh, everybody seems to be voting for dis
2) Snipe Mutt.
So, I don't know if I know what you're talking about. Does it involve...a toilet?
Tyrion, stay awesome! (and don't die ;-;)
(and yes, I've already read that part)
Weird, right? :D
But Tyrion will be my alltime favourite, until his (certain) death :)
But this woman is really weird, Ikr
GODDAMN IT CLAYTON
Security Team Commando Gustav sat silently, in the cold, concrete barracks in the heart of the tropical forest, sipping large quantities of whiskey from a dark silver flask as he tried to forget the atrocities committed by his Security Teams and the Hunters that hired them. A gentle knock was heard emitting from the metal door to his office, and he hid his flask quickly into a drawer in his desk and said, “Come in.”
“Sir, we got new orders.” Shakur calmly reported as she walked into the office, “We’re on our way to intercept a group of military troopers that have survived the helicopter crash while Bravo Hunter Team pursues them.” Shakur was nervous, the last team that had been sent after a group of soldiers had died, and all of their weapons and ammunition were taken, and she didn’t want that to happen to her as well.
Gustav stood up and looked out the only other light source in his small office room, a large, bullet-proof window that showed a view of the vast, tropical forest, with a beautiful beach, and soft green water crashing against the sandy shore. The perfect paradise. “Shakur, how do you feel about this whole situation?”
Shakur knew what he meant, but just to be on the safe side, she answered, hoping to get more information on what he meant ‘this whole situation’, “Sir?”
The tall, grey-haired man turned around and looked at his fellow Security personnel with her arms crossed and said, “Us doing the dirty work. The Hunters making us exceed and go beyond the limits of our contracts. Speak as candidly as you can, and please dispense with the formalities.” This time, Gustav was waiting for a thought through answer from Shakur.
“Honestly, sir…I think it’s bollocks. We’re Security, sir, not mercenaries, but they use us like them. They are not afraid to risk our lives and use us as cannon fodder, while they are overprotective of their own elite teams.”
Gustav looked at his Security member with some newfound respect for her, and said, “I agree with you…while we’re out there, Shakur, I want you to watch my back.” Gustav quickly reloaded his large assault rifle that lay across his desk, and fast-walked out of his office to rally the rest of the Security platoon.
“Sir, what are you going to do?” Shakur called after her commander, hoping for some sort of answer back, but he said nothing. Shakur knew she didn’t even have to ask him, she knew what he was doing, and she knew he was playing a dangerous game.
Claude, Hershel, Rafael, Awesomeo, and Mutt.
Claude scratched his head, as he swatted a large mosquito that landed on his neck. “So…where are we going, Raf?” Claude, Rafael, Hershel, Mutt and Awesomeo steadily walked down the dirt road with several tire tracks, but making sure not to be directly on the path, just in case an enemy vehicle came down the pathway.
Rafael answered Claude, by looking over his shoulder from his position walking ahead of the group of five, “We’re following these tracks…they should lead us to a base of some kind, and should give us some way to get off this fucking island.”
Claude thought about it for a moment then asked, “But won’t there be some-” A loud crack of a sniper rifle interrupted his sentence and Mutt collapsed to the floor, with a bullet wound in the heart. Everyone did a mad dash for the tree line, hoping not to be the next one to collapse by a marksman’s round. A second crack was heard, this time, it pierced Awesomeo’s knee cap, coming out the other side. The man fell to the ground in a tremendous yell. Claude noticed what had happened but decided to think about it, run fifteen meters out into the open road and risk his own life for Awesomeo, or escape to the tree line, and evade the snipers view.
1) Save Awesomeo (at the risk of getting shot by the sniper).
2) Save yourself (escape to the tree line, safely out of the sniper’s sight). Hell, it’s what any normal person would do, right?
wait wheres my character is he dead?
1) Save Awesomeo (at the risk of getting shot by the sniper).
2 kills for 1 sounds awesome