* Lawrence walks up behind Frank and places my hand on his shoulder*
Lawrence: she can't talk
Frank: what do you mean?
Lawrence: she has a genetic error, disease if you will, that prohibits her from being able to talk
Frank: oh, thats way *looks back at Anna* I am sorry, for what happened to you. anyway I won't be able to help her with that broken leg until I have a bed for her to lay on so I can properly help her. or at least a flat surface like a table or something
Lawrence: fine, we will take her some place, but seeing how the hotel looks it won't be here.
Frank: yes your right
Lawrence: well we could just go to the hospital
Frank: no, they will be to suspicious because of what has happened here, and so many wounded would be there from the explosions that has occurred here
Lawrence: so where do you plan on taking her?
Frank: well if you want I could just lay her on the ground and do it, but by the way how her leg looks, it would be better if she was laying on something soft while I do it.
Lawrence: fine we will just use this hotel, only this part of the hotel has been damaged, we could use her room so you could help her
Frank: are you sure?
Lawrence: yes I am
Frank: ok then lets go
* Lawrence picks up Anna and makes sure he does not hurt her leg while doing so*
Lawrence: I will carry her to the room, lets go guys *all four go into the hotel*
Doorman: um sirs you can't go up there *we still walking* *he gets in front of us* I said you can't go up there *John punches him in the face*
John: I hate being told what to do *grins and points a 9mm to the man's head* tell me I can't go up there again and ill kill you
Doorman: *says in a scared tone* y-y-you w-w-wouldn't da-da-dare...
John: I don't know I have a itchy finger you know *grins again*
Lawrence: thats enough, we have to take her to her room and help her with her leg!
John: *looks at me* I guess you are right
Doorman: *lets out a deep sigh*
John: but I am not going to let him live
Doorman: WHAT! n-n-no! let me live!
John: *puts the end on the gun on his forehead* say your prays *laughs and pulls the trigger* *puts down the gun into his pocket and rejoins the group going up to her room*
Lawrence: you didn't have to kill him
John: well, I really don't care
Lawrence: yea, yea, we are almost to her room *they finally make it to her room go in and I place her on the bed*
Frank: ok shall we begin? *a hour and a half later* phew man, I haven't done this in ages but I am still dead on, with what I did you should recover in a week or 2 *smiles* |