A beam of red laser light shone right above my head. I looked down at the red light blinking at my chest, panting and felt a dew of sweat forming on my forehead. The gun gave a reviving sound. I stood to my feet and ran across the opening towards the back of another thin badly painted black wall. My barefeet cold against the concrete floor, radiating waves of frenzy as the skin rubbed against the rough surface.
A tall lean shadow appeared in front of me, beaming in blue light. "Crap," The laser beam pointed directly at my chest. Blink. Blink blink.
"Okay, I am dead. Stop shooting already."
Laser strike rocks.
Private Donut 2450