text: You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.
  
  "A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.
  
  "Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"
  
  "That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.
  
  "Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."
  
  "Rocks on the road?"
  
  "You haven't heard?  Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."
  
  What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.
  
  "It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."
  
  "Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"
  
  "Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."
  
  Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.
  
  Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
  > risk your life
  You should never have chosen this road, it's the worst possible trail you've ever seen in your life. Roadkilled animals, full of dead ends leading to the falling death or harsh mud slowing you down and it's dark like your unlit office. 
  
  But those are nothing compare to what you're avoiding right now. There is a biker gang risking their pitiful lives to steal your goods and might even kill you in the process. Due to the condition of the road, you can't seem to find a way to lose these experienced robbers who are familiar with this area.
  
  You pull out your repeater and start to spread deadly painful yelps and fresh blood among them. They're criminals, right? Wiping a few scums is just the same work you've done.
  
  "Fuck! A gun, he got a gun! AGGHRRR!
  
  "A fat loot! Fire away, boys!"
  
  Your opening fire has started a shootout between a lone car and packs of bikers. Each shot traded equals a body part of someone rendered useless and you can only pray that you're not the next one.
  
  "Let's see if you like THIS!!!"
  
  "AGGGGGRRR!!!"
  
  "GET OUT OF THE WAY, FOOLS! ROCK ON THE ROAD!"
  
  A rounds of bullets start to fly towards you and shriek their destruction power into your ears. A gatling gun! And they're not afraid of using rapid-fires even with the front row being in the way, they want your life!
  
  You have to think of a way!
  > use one of the cans
  To be suggestive, that's one suicidal way to use the fuel.
  
  You grab one of the cans and wait for the fires to clear. Your car will have to endure for just one round and you'll have to be precise with the timing too. This is probably the stupidest idea that you can imagine but in the nick of time, no one can really blame your failure on this.
  
  When biker gang hit, they really hit profusely. There seems to be no signs of that gun and the screams from their own men stopping, it's so brutal just to hear this while trying to make your way through this. Aren't they aware of how many poor squirrels and vixens they just squashed?...It's unbelievable that you're thinking about that while being chased to death!
  
  "LOCK AND RELOAD! BABY WHHHooooooSSSSEEE!!!"
  
  There! 1...2...3! You throw the gas can through the windows. If you miss, there is a good chance they might slip on those.
  
  It takes about a mere second before an entire area is suddenly beaming with light. Old-schooled blue flame of death caused by gasoline...so beautiful, so serene yet so traumatic with their bodies being burned and their bikes getting imploded. As wonderful as it sounds like, you cannot bear to watch. You just set the forest on fire, man...You have to get out of here quickly.
  
  You know...Getting away with murders is really becoming more like something belonged to you. Was it luck, or your actual skill that you had in store that has given you the state of a cold-blooded killer?
  > alright! Enough daydreaming!
  You are dead if you think you could escape from the infamous biker gang.
  
  Y.O.U  F.A.I.L
  
  "I don't know if risking my life or being a criminal led me into this." You say directly to the scattering and burnt corpses lying in your way. "But know. I will take any life to ensure my own...even THIS!" You put the gun inside your mouth and pull the trigger, ending the pain from numberous bleeding holes in your body.
  
  ...If it has to be taken, then let's just do it like you has intended to right in the beginning.