Max looked at the room around him, accessing the situation. 6 dead, 1 critically injured. He looked at the injured man, who seemed to be shocked at what just happened...
3 minutes earlier
They had sprung the trap out of nowhere. Max had decided to not risk the street, and use the underground tunnels instead. This was where 7 raiders triggered their trap, a chain springing from the ground, going around his feet, and had him hanging upside down.
"Well well, your rather young to be on your own. And so prestine too, no noticable scars. Or are they hidden under your coat? Well boy, you are going to be quite a bit of entertainment for us. Who knows, we may just let you live after we are done"
Max looked at their leader, not the one who spoke, but the real leader. He spoke, his accent noticable and present. "Really, your going to let this bloody idiot talk for you?"
He came into the light, a scar across his face. "Tough talk for a small fry"
Max grabbed something from his pocket. "Size isn't everything, idiot".
He pressed the center button on a small circular disk and dropped it right beneath him. When they saw what it was, 3 of them, including the leader, took cover. The disk popped up, and sprayed bullets all around, killing the other 4 raiders. The leader was also hit, but not killed. While this happened, Max took out a G-45 Pistol and shot a chain link, releasing him. He quickly got back to his feet as a raider charged at him with a knife. He used his small size and more agile reflexes to dodge the attack, and shoot the raider from behind. He then proceeded to pick up a pipe, roll under another raider, and trip him using the pipe, before shooting the downed raider in the head as well...
Present Time
"You...what are you? Your him, aren't you. With that accent, you must be. You are no innocent boy. No innocent boy could do what you do and experienced what you experienced. I have heard the rumors...monster".
Max looked at him. "Not a monster. Those rumors are false. You attacked me, and I defended myself. I am just well trained. And lucky, don't forget lucky".
He pointed his gun at the leaders head. "Liar....not when they have so many witnesses...and many more dead...I know what you have done. You belong here...not up there..."
Max shot him in the head. He could not risk there being others, and them catching up to him. He picked up some of their ammo, and headed towards an exit. He was done with being underground now. There would be more traps.
As he found his way up, he found himself inside the remains of a building. He went to the second floor window to check it out. Using his sniper rifle, he scoped out the street and any possible hostiles. That is when he spotted two people. One was a smaller person, wandering the street alone, but he could not see his or her face. The second was a larger figure, a man from what Max could tell, carrying a blunt weapon. He came out of an ally and began catching up to the other figure. I should stay out of this, and just keep moving...
But for some reason, maybe instinct, he decided not to. As the man charged at the figure, about to swing his blunt weapon, Max put a bullet in his brain, making him drop dead, with a forward motion towards the stranger, as if to tackle, only he was very much dead now.
"I am probably going to regret this, but maybe...maybe she could help me...."