Evan is jogging when he feels something but his arm. " ahh fuck! " he cries out and hides behind a car for cover. Panting hard he looks at his arm and groans grabbing his knife from his side he begins to dig the bullet out. Crying out with pain as the bullet pops out he pours water on his wound then ties it off with some ripped cloth. He grabs a piece of glass with his good hand and holds it out last the car to see where the shooters position  was.