Riot limped over to the ladder and began descending to the ground. He held his gut as he walked through the alley way doing his best to avoid the main street since there was still men looking for him. Riot walked at a somewhat slow pace due to the damage after the fight.
"Hey, you go look down that way, I'll keep heading straight" A voice echoed through the alley way. Footsteps began getting closer to Riot making him panic and hide up against the wall and wait for his persuier.
Once the person came into view, he quickly grabbed them and covered their mouth. He then proceeds to snap his neck, killing them for good. Riot quickly continued his walk towards the direction his team went.
Several hours go by and his team is nowhere to be seen. "I'm so screwed..I have no clue where they went and I'm injured, fantastic." Riot scoffed. He soon reached the woods and began looking behind him every once and awhile since he was now in a vulnerable position.
Leaves and sticks crunched under his boots. Suddenly a bullet zips past his head, nearly grazing his cheek. Riot dipped down behind a nearby tree and began to hyperventilate.
"Fuckin' hell man...I cant catch a break.." he sighed and pulled his Glock out. "We had eyes on him, move it!" A man shouted. Several armed men began carefully walking towards Riots position
Riot peeked his head out just far enough they didn't notice but enough to see who was getting near him. He raised his glocked and got ready to shoot them. He breathed in and then let out a huge exhale. Riot quickly aimed the pistol and shot 2 of them just enough to slow them down. The men groaned in pain as Riot made a run for it.
Bullets zipped past, nearly hitting him. If it weren't for the tree line he'd probably be dead by now. Riot dove behind a few boulders that sat in somewhat of a line. He turned around and peeked out with his pistol aimed.
Once they were in a close enough proximity, he let off a few rounds, killing 2 of them and leaving another to bleed out. Riot then continued running like before. He couldn't stop otherwise he was dead meat.
Nightfall soon came and fatigue did as well. Riot was exhausted and was in the middle of nowhere. A creek in the distance peaked his interest and he began walking towards it. As soon as he reached it, a human sized divet by the bank gave him an idea.
Riot walked over to it and laid inside of the divet. It wasn't the best but it hid him at first glance so it would be enough for one night. He closed his eyes and mumbled before falling asleep.
"Fuckin' Turks'.."