Ha, ha, ha, loud panting filled the start night as a teenager fled from his pursuers in a swampy forest.
"Subject 226" you are to desist from fleeing or we will engage in combat said a brawny man wearing a mecha suit clearly he was the leader of the 5 pursuers.
Through gritted teeth he screamed "NEVER I RATHER DIE THAN TO FOLLOW YOU BACK TO THAT HELL HOLE".
All personal immobilize the target, once the leader gave the order guns seemed to materialize out of thin air setting their aim towards "Subject 226" or rather his legs they began firing red like balls that seemed to eject at an unfathomable speed several times faster than the guns we are used to.
As the bullets whizzed about hitting the floor and raising large amounts of mud "Subject 226" ran with reckless abandon as he got a rush of adrenaline unfortunately he was not fast enough as one of the cascading bullets hit his right leg,
ughhhhh he let out a muffled groan, with a gory vision he tried to muster the remaining strength he had left to stand up and keep on running when he saw a big black s-shaped coiled object that seemed to be staring at him as he tried to focus more on the object "BAM" followed by an unending darkness. "Subject 226" had died in the hands or moreover the mouth of a mutated anaconda.