<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/max_thieriot/fotos/5604/max_thieriot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kyle Carnes<br/><strong>City | Date | Time</strong>Terre Haute, Indiana; August 3rd, 2017; 1400<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Mice and Men<br/><hr/><br/>They were shooting at him! Why wasn't he surprised? It didn't make it any less terrifying. There was one shot whizzing dangerously close to him. They weren't bad shots... Kyle was from the midwest after all and knew his way around a firearm. He thought as the second one hit the porch about what his next move was, where he could put himself. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything nearby that would stop a .45 or even a 9mm. Not without breaking into someone's house and he didn't like his chances that anyone kept the front door locked.<br/><br/>He was midway through plotting out his course when suddenly, his legs failed him. He started to fall forward, blanking out for just a few split seconds as emotion overtook intellect. They weren't shooting at him... they shot him. Kyle hit the ground hard, face-first. He felt like something was crawling up from his back to around his skull. Even shot, he should have still been moving... adrenaline would keep him moving.<br/><br/>He must have suffered some traumatic damage to his spinal cord... Kyle twisted around, putting his fingers to the small of his back. He pulled it away, seeing blood on his fingertips. He started to breathe hard, beginning to panic. He thought of the other thing he could do...<br/><br/>Kyle shuddered in place, his hand returning to his wound, removing the blood from his fingers. He sprang back up, mid-stride when the bullet slipped out of his back and flew backwards to whence it came. It stopped right where it began, hanging in the air where it had been just a few seconds ago just a few paces away from the pistol that it came out of, and the shooter than held it. It fell to the ground as Kyle regained his senses, mid-stride.<br/><br/>He dived to the ground this time, getting as much cover and concealment behind a hedge as he could find. He started crawling, eyes-wide, still in disbelief that he'd been<em>shot.</em>