There was blood everywhere. He went to go look at the wound, but he was in too much pain. The bullet had hit the top of his right arm. There, he was alone in the Pine Barrens, miles away from home. He took off his shirt to make a tornaquin, hopefully to make the bleeding slow down. He tries to stand up because he needs to get out of this forest if he wants to stay alive. With all of his strength, he ends up managing to get to his feet to find a hiking trail back to civilization.
He thinks to himself well this is what I get for playing with fire. You see, the Piglatoni's are not forgiving people a few weeks ago they gave him a job as a watcher to make sure all of these cocain deals went according to plan. Sadly enough, this one didn't, though. Someone must have tiped off the cops about the plans, and everything went south from there. It became a fire fight with bullets flying everywhere. That was two weeks ago, but things have been rough every since everyone started to get paranoid about who was the rat who snitched to cops about their drop-off and pick-up location.
He managed to get up and stagger around, trying to remember the way out of the forest, but the pain was really taking its toll on him. Now, he just has to focus on getting out of this forest. While he walks, he thinks about his ex-wife and how she said he always had a nack for getting into trouble and that this job was too dangerous. She said at one point it was ethier her or the job but he couldn't have both because she didn't want to be scared everyday if he was going to come home to her or be shot dead. He tried to explain to her that the job was part of who he was, but she didn't want to hear it. The next day she just packed a suitcase and left.
God, he hated it when he was right...this is a dangerous job.
He thinks as he sees his life flash before his eyes, wondering if he is going to be able to make it out of this mess.
Then he came across some hikers who looked quite alarmed by the bloody man.
