[color=lightblue][center][h1]Augie Clevenger[/h1][/center][/color]

The brunette smiled at him, which was strange because there were people chasing them. Trying to kidnap them, and fuck up their bodies. He assumed it was just a nervous gesture of goodwill. Dwelling on it would only stress him out. 

He stepped out of the building, and was immediately reminded that he was barefoot. The sand scorched his feet as he ran. And he ran for a while. He ran past several people with tasers, paying them no heed. He could deal with tasers now, although it was painful. The sand was causing excruciating pain now, only serving to make him run faster.

[b][i]BANG[/i][/b]

[i][color=lightblue]Gah! Shit! What? They have real guns now?![/color][/i] He thought. So the taser trick he used before wouldn't work. He dropped flat on the sand, and began to commando crawl through the scrub. The dead leaves and twigs clawed at his eyes, but he just kept going and paid no attention to where.

He heard several meaty smacks, and a man grunting in pain. It punctured the apparent silence like a bullet would a person. These people wouldn't want to be attacking each other, would they? No, probably not. He crawled over, the sand filling his shirt and burning his chest. It was that brunette from before. He'd forgotten about her. He stood up and approached, staring at the unconscious man lying in the sand. 

[color=gold]"Do you want this machine gun thingy?"[/color] she asked him.

[color=lightblue]"Uhh... sure?"[/color]. He was hesitant about taking it. Guns are not his strong point. [color=lightblue]"I want his boots, though. My feet are having holes burned in them."[/color]

He took the gun and sat down, unlacing the man's boots.