[b] Rob- Haywood - Guards [/b] 

Rob stayed as still as a statue. [i] Oh great job, Six months in and your probably going to die by tripping on a stick, I mean really Rob? That's the best you could do. You could at least do some awesome....well, at least heroic sacrifice but nope... Just had to fall over and get shot.....maybe. [/i] Rob listened as the guards talked. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A bullet was shot, "Gah..." Rob bit his lip and looked at the sky. "Let's try not to be shot right away" Rob tilted his head as he stood up.
"Don't shoot, I just stumbled and tripped. Not that I woul-....What I mean is don't shoot me. That says enough right?" Rob frowned as he looked upon the guards,

[b] Two years ago [/b]

"How would you like to go out Rob? I mean I would like to go peacefully in my sleep, But how would you want to?"
"Really? Now? Fine whatever. I wouldn't know how to "go out" That's just silly. There's a million ways to go out. I could fall over and explode....Don't ask me how but it could happen! I could get mauled by kittens!? I mean, Dying in my sleep peacefully is nice. But so is Saving Orphans from a burning church! There's no way to know how we are going to die. We all know it's going to happen. But...All we can hope is that our last thought is a good one. Or maybe I'm just being one of those guys"