Snippet #13146

(Internets back!)

I clumsily juggled the shotgun in my hands before catching it... backwards. I dropped the gun, unintentionally flipping it and conveniently firing a shot into the kneecap of the wrench wielding splicer. My spirits raised a split second before a pipe descended onto my shoulder, causing a severe jet of pain to course through my arm. I cried aloud and thrust my palm at the offending brute, letting loose a great freezing ball into his chest. As the splicer was encased in a heavy ice tomb, I panicked as I saw the another splicer readying a familiar green ball at a Rosie. I hurriedly picked up the shotgun and took aim, when the wrench-wielding splicer took a shot at the back of my knee, "I'll kill you, ya damned freak!" It yelled. I collapsed forward and rolled onto my back. I aimed at the thuggish splicers head, and fired the other shell...