RP Residue

[Starkiller666]

i wake up again at 3 in the morning. "bloody hell, cant i get a decent sleep for once". it had been the fourth time that week for me.

i get out of bed in the dusty old shack i had been calling home, how many weeks had it been since i got here? twelve so far.

i go and grab my shotgun realising it was loaded, so i put six shells in and put on my boots to go search the hangar of the airport.

plane still here? check, fuel? check. as im doing the checklist over in my mind i hear a scurrying from behind barrels to the left.

"hello? anyone there"

i go over and check and nearly have a heart attack at the rat i see. "damn you nearly gave me a heart attack"

i then hear something from behind. as i go to turn around i feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and then oblivion takes me.

i wake up with a pain in my arm. as i go to look i see a demon trying to bite my arm off. "i would'nt do that if i were you". he jumps back, obviously surprised to see me awake let alone still alive.

"how is this possible, an ordinary mortal would have died from the wound i inflicted on you"

"well im no ordinary mortal"

as the wound in my arm quickly heals i run over to the side of the hangar. as quickly as my arm healed i pick up my shotgun, pump it, turn around and blow the head of the demon.

"note to self, next time secure the hangar then do checklist".