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"Pull the trigger, Grant!" His father screamed at him. The older man was in a heap on the floor, fungus visibly spreading up his arm. Half a dozen other bodies laid similarly, the only exception being they already had a gunshot wound to the head. "You have to! Do it!" Grant pressed the pistol onto the temple of his father. He took deep breaths...'Okay, on three.' He thought to himself. 'One..two...three!' Even though he had reached the predetermined checkpoint, he hadn't didn't pull the trigger. "Son! Do it, now!" His father screamed. Finally, he gripped the gun hard, and a gunshot rang through the small room.

Grant awoke with a start. That was a terrible dream; no matter how many times he had it. However, part of it was running parallel with what was happening outside; gunshots rang through the air. Quickly, he threw on some clothes and a jacket, and grabbed his backpack. With caution, he moved the boards over the window aside to look outside. From down on the ground, one of the hunter pointed up at him. "Shit!" Grant closed it as quickly as he could, and started exiting the building via the fire escape on the other side.

He only made it one floor down before another group circled around and pointed up at him. He jumped back inside through a window and ran to the stairwell. Jumping down each flight of steps, he was fast approaching the ground floor. Suddenly, he heard people running up towards him. He decided to head back up, but this plan was quickly scrapped when he heard people someone running down after him; they must have blocked him off by climbing up the fire escape. In a matter of a few seconds, he was surrounded by guns on both sides. Ever so carefully, he put his hands up. The one from the top approached him, but instead, Grant let out a yell and dived for the one below him. He landed on the attacker with a thud, and quickly scrambled to his feet. As he did, he thought he just might get away. That was the last thing he remembered before the butt of a rifle hit him in the back of the head.

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After awaking in the small room, he grunted slightly. He hated small, dark spaces like this. Although he could hear other people speaking, he didn't bother listening for the time being. His head was pounding and his ears were still ringing. Some blood had dripped out of his nose.