I'm hanging out with my wonderful friend Sara Spadaro and we're over at her house. We're the only ones there and all of the sudden we hear a knock upon the door. For some reason, we know that this is no good. In fact, I immediately look for somewhere to hide (paranoid much?). I crawl under the bed and I hear the door open. I can hear a man's voice and he starts looking around. Somehow I am making the bed stick up so he knows I'm under there. He finds me and takes me and Spadaro to the garage. Somehow, we escape from him and lock him in there long enough for us to get away.
We run outside and are screaming at the top of lungs. We're trying to find somewhere to go where we will be safe. Across the street I see a woman outside and the garage door is open. She says we can come in there, her husband should be home soon. We go inside and then a whole group of women (the lady's friends) arrive and come in the house, as well. We look outside and see her husband. He's looking all cheesy and smiling and waving at us when suddenly the guy comes up behind him and syringes him in the neck!
We all freak out and start screaming. Everyone starts running around trying to get out of the house. I find a window that leads out to the backyard. I climb through it and get outside. Then I hop the fence (like it was nothing, I might add) and run up the hill to the woods that is behind these people's house. Everyone follows me which makes me nervous, because clearly crazy guy is going to see this large mass of people.
I get into the woods and run into my friend Justin Pipkin. He's sitting there playing a banjo. He asks what's going on and I (much too calmly for a person who could be syringed any moment) tell him all about it. Right then, we see the guy and everyone starts freaking out again. This guy is just syringing people left and right, like it was nothing. Then I realize, there is one of him and like 40 of us. I yell to everyone this realization and say let's just tackle this guy. I get the crowd all riled up and we start toward where he is. I lead the crowd in a rousing rendition of fight! fight! fight! (you know, the kind everyone yells when there's a fight at school).
The guy is in a bar now, so we go in and we get to him. He syringes the first guy in the neck and right as we're about to tackle this guy, he gets me in the hand. I knock the syringe out of his hand and he looks at me and says, ha I got you. Then someone picks it up and syringes him. He dies. I ask if anyone is a doctor. There is a lady nearby who says she is a doctor. I have her look at my hand and she says, it's nothing to worry about. Unconvinced, I walk outside the bar and ask if anyone else is a doctor, not that I don't trust you, I say to the first lady, I just want a second opinion. There is another doctor who looks at my hand and says I'll most likely be fine but I should probably go to the hospital just in case. The end.
