"Oh man." Matthew whispered to himself. A gunshot rang out and a bullet whizzed past his face. "Lauren get down!" He called over to her. Lauren jumped down to her stomach. "Hello?" Somebody called out. Matthew pulled the rifle out of his backpack,but Skipper broke free and ran away, barking. "No! Skipper!" Then two large shoes stomped right by his head. Lauren began to cry. Matthew looked up to a smoking barrel of a gun pointed at his head. "Don't you fucking move."