<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception Awareness    6,8,1,7,7, 2 (failure)  </div></div><br/>Alan couldn't help but reel back as the burning pain filled his leg. He had never been shot before. The pain was almost unbearable. He collapsed on the ground with a yell, but he did his best to hold in the remainder of his voice as he was at once trying to get up, and trying to stem the blood from his leg. He struggled to get to his feet. He had hoped the creature wasn't carrying a gun and was just bluffing. He guessed wrong.<br/><br/>Then decided against getting up. Rather haphazardly, he collapsed back onto the cold wet ground, and decided to focus on controlling the warm wet of his blood loss. Besides that, if he got up now he was just going to get shot again. He hoped it was enough time for the other two to do what they were going to, whatever that might be. Although he wasn't screaming aloud his brain was shouting at itself for being so stupid and not having a plan.<br/><br/>Outside of his mind, Alan was putting as much pressure on the wound as he could, and he tried to take off his shirt to use as a bandage. Alan hoped the shadow would be distracted by anything else enough that he would not be able to finish the job.  After removing his shirt, he tried to keep focused on the 'father.' and he tried again to get to his knees. If he could somehow dodge the next shot well enough, he might just make it. While trying to maintain pressure, he gripped the chisel inside his bag.<br/><br/>