It was troubling to know that not only was everyone in this building completely useless, but that one of them was a psychotic, annoying, knife flinging, egotistical control freak who was pumped up on way too much testosterone. A large kitchen knife had whizzed past his head, burying itself deeply in the wall beyond, sending Mac ducking for cover and looking around with a wide eyed expression. That crazy lunatic Doctor! Why had she thrown that knife at him? At had to have been her, right? She was in his face ranting in raving with her thick accent about something, he wasn't sure exactly. He didn't see who else could've thrown the knife. GI Joe had disappeared somewhere doing god knows what to god knows whom. The dead looking crack head whore was sitting on the floor getting wasted, and that crazy googily eyed fucker .... where did he go? Maybe it was him?!<br/><br/><strong>"What the FUCK!? Aight you crazy mothafucka! Git yo jiggily eyed ass out here, goddammit! I'm gonna teach yo stupid ass a less..."</strong>He was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof that sounded like it was coming from the back of the store. He hurriedly waddled down a center aisle that led to the back of the store and split all the other aisles which ran perpendicular to this center aisle. He was swinging his gun wildly to his left and right as he passed each intersecting aisle, already becoming winded and gasping for air. Glancing back, he noticed that no one had accompanied him yet to investigate the loud crash. He bent over, placing his small hand with thick stumpy fingers on his knees, huffing for air.<strong>"God, I hate running"</strong>He mumbled to himself.