((Put the gun away!!!!!!!!! survivor hpw every you look,ill oways think your prety <3 same goes for you gsg.))
Her heart raced and she jumped from building to build.She had to rest,she had to think.She needed to be aloun, to figer out how to stop hurting people.Her mind filled with ideas,she sat on the eage ofthe bilding and tryed notto cry.The male she hurt he must of been13 or younger she could pass as a kid,thats how shegot him,she hated her self for hurting people.
((And pwned again..))
((I'm running out of guns to take pictures of 🙁 ))
Spike stood on a roof top some distance from Camille. Facing him were three men that seemed to be vampires. They just seemed to watch him and to see if he did anything. Spike pulled out his Jericho 941 and shot at one of them. He took fire from them also so he dived towards an airvent for protection. "In my expert knowledge of these situations I have determined that... I'm screwed."
Spike heard Matroshka call out for Camille. "Try and keep her safe!" Breathing very deeply he jumped up firing at the other vampires. Clipping one in the head removing it completely. When one of the vampires drew a blood gun Spike dove off the roof. "Blood-guns..."
He aims his weapon at the vampire on the roof and fires blowing its arm off. As soon as the arm was gone Spike was hit by police fire. Hit twice in the arm and his cheek had been grazed. Running behind a truck holding his arm he sighed and pulled out another cigarette.