spacemanspiff
Senior Member
Sunday morning, 4:00 am.
I spent the previous evening and into the wee hours playing MOHAA and watching movies at the office. I'm walking home (down Minnesota for you anchoragites). I pass 36th Avenue and the thought enters my head as I watch a car pull down an alley "If I had to use my weapon right here, I bet it would wake up my mother". I grew up just two blocks from Minnesota & 36th.
I walk past the Spenard intersection and am walking through the lot of Williams Express.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! - to my left and forward....
***hiiissssssssssssss****
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! - behind me and to my right....
voice in my head "what the hell??? don't just stand there, RUN!"
i duck behind a pillar of the gas pumps.
voice in my head "dummy! that isnt cover!"
i run to the building and into the shadows. now my heart is pounding and the muscles in my low back are cramping, as they always do when i am faced with a high stress situation. no more shots have been fired, so i circle the building and head into the Willams to see if they have called 911 yet. a cab driver is on his cell phone with the dispatcher.
police cars flood the area, no sirens or lights, but circle each block for ten minutes, until i flag one down and tell them where i heard the shots coming from. apparently noone knew exactly where to be looking.
my revelation? i dont like hearing the *hissss* of rounds fired.
I spent the previous evening and into the wee hours playing MOHAA and watching movies at the office. I'm walking home (down Minnesota for you anchoragites). I pass 36th Avenue and the thought enters my head as I watch a car pull down an alley "If I had to use my weapon right here, I bet it would wake up my mother". I grew up just two blocks from Minnesota & 36th.
I walk past the Spenard intersection and am walking through the lot of Williams Express.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! - to my left and forward....
***hiiissssssssssssss****
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! - behind me and to my right....
voice in my head "what the hell??? don't just stand there, RUN!"
i duck behind a pillar of the gas pumps.
voice in my head "dummy! that isnt cover!"
i run to the building and into the shadows. now my heart is pounding and the muscles in my low back are cramping, as they always do when i am faced with a high stress situation. no more shots have been fired, so i circle the building and head into the Willams to see if they have called 911 yet. a cab driver is on his cell phone with the dispatcher.
police cars flood the area, no sirens or lights, but circle each block for ten minutes, until i flag one down and tell them where i heard the shots coming from. apparently noone knew exactly where to be looking.
my revelation? i dont like hearing the *hissss* of rounds fired.