Another Action Movie

"It's broken!" Bayzle yelled in the nick of time.

The ambulance skidded to a halt inches from the abyss that once was Edalman Street. Bayzle held the young patient, who was still struggling to breathe, and tried to keep the machine in the girl's mouth. Herald swore and swerved around towards the city. The Empire State Building was still ablaze and people were screaming in the streets. Herald sped thorugh them and looked around.

"The hospitals are all closed!" he replied.

"Unless you want to lose your grandniece, you should make a pimp decision," Bayzle snarled back.

Herald rolled his eyes and pulled into the driveway of a quaint house.

"What are you doing?" Bayzle demanded.

"I'm saving her. Give her to me."

Holding the apparatus together as best she could, Bayzle handed the girl off and in a flash, they were inside the house. Bayzle barely got a breath out before she heard the rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire. She raced from the ambulance and into the house to see Herald holding a glock to the head of a small boy. Bullet holes lined the ceiling.

"What the fuck!" Bayzle yelled.

"They want a monster, I'll give them a monster. You," he said, pointing the weapon at a sobbing, middle-aged man, "fix her. Now!"

The man dropped to his knees and crawled to the young girl, who was laying on the table, struggling to breathe. The man looked at her, flustered, and stumbled with various broken unsterilized medical equipment. The girl looked at him tiredly as her breathing slowed. Herald fired another bullet into the ceiling and everyone in the room screamed. The litle girl looked at the ceiling and a cinematically beautiful tear fell down her cheek. Her breathing slowed and slowed, and the family of hostages began to sob as if they were losing their own child. The little girl took her last breath and faded, and Hearald screamed.

Just before he could fire a bullet into everyone in the room including himself, I rolled my eyes and went back to My 600lb. Life.