Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’m running as fast as I can through the trees, my heart is racing. I feel like it will explode any minute. I can see the opening in the gate, my escape isn’t far off. I hear people yelling dogs barking, I know they are searching for me. I’m almost to the exit, my freedom, “Stop right there!!!” The guard yelled. I keep running, there’s a gunshot and it all goes black.

He turned on the high-end sound system, worth millions, and played a cheerful song. "Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun. But now I've gone and thrown it all away." … Cyrus fetched a mop and bucket from the bathroom. He whistled softly as he scrubbed the blood from the floor.

I was better dead than be a mindless slave to this misogynistic assh*les. My vision was marred with tears and sweat but I didn’t lose sight of the open gates that would grant me my freedom. So close. I was really close. *PoP* The first gunshot tore through the air, causing me to stumble and fall to my knees. Even though I was sure that I was unhurt, it took me a moment to come to terms with it. I panicked when the footsteps of men got closer and I somehow managed to pick myself up and resume my run.

“Make me.” Bullets sang.

"I take a step and the ground quakes" "They come at me with their full strength" "But still I'm someone that they can't take" "Ain't no one that can catch me slipping" "I can't keep count of the a** I'm kicking" "If this was a game they'd say I'm cheating" "Cus they brought guns but their shots are missing"

Time seemed to slow as Asmodeus launched himself into a sprint, his legs pumping furiously as he raced against the speeding bullets. The snipers' gunshots echoed through the Opera House, the sound waves reverberating through the air like a deadly countdown. Asmodeus's heart pounded in his chest, his lungs burning as he pushed himself to run faster, faster, FASTER! The bullets whizzed past him, their hot lead singing a deadly melody, as he dodged and weaved through the hail of gunfire.

6: Halfway to the bungalow Jim’s lungs were burning and his legs shook. He stopped and bent forward with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He was more out of shape than he realised. Coming up behind him he heard the familiar rumble on either side of the path. There seemed to be two of them now. There was twice as much noise and the ground on either side of the path shook.

She broke off into a sprint, rushing towards her heap of black clothes, roaring, “NEVER! I WILL NEVER LET YOU LIVE, YOU GOLD DIGGING SLUT-” Bam! Bam! Bam! I pressed the trigger without remorse or hesitation, and the gunshots echoed around us and rippled through the air, nearly bursting my eardrums. The bullets pierced through Tina’s body, the force pushing her off course, and a blood curdling scream left her. I was inexperienced with guns, so my targets were not specified. A bullet hit her thigh. Another hit her right in the abdomen, and another tore through her shoulder.

Only 16 to go. I back track, and begin to run to the west, so that I can take out the men on the opposite side. I quietly run through the forest, hoping not to make too much noise. I know if they hear me, I'm dead. It's not too long until I see five armed men. I grab my gun once again, and shoot them all quickly. Just like at the target practice, I manage perfect head shots, without wasting any bullets.