He grabbed the jeans and the phone. Above them was the window. He looked through the window and saw that below was an awning, but it was a risk to jump from that distance.
POW!—The shotgun went off, blasting through the door once more. It was kicked in, and a burly man could be seen. There was a rage in his eyes, and he pointed the shotgun at Shaun's head.
"Fuck this!" said Shaun as he dove through the window.
BAM!—He slammed against the awning below but had the presence of mind to roll his body—before smashing into the ground.
A shotgun was aimed at his lying body from the window, so he hurried to his feet.
POW! POW!—The shotgun blast echoed as he ran for dear life. He panted, running down the street in only some silky boxers.
