Blood splattered across Finns face and he simultaneously screamed- the sound of the screaming blended in with the ringing in his ears. He felt Jason go limp and flop onto his chest. Turning his head, Finn gradually opened his eyes and looked down his body to see Jason sprawled out on top of him. Blood and god knows what else dripped out of the gaping hole in Jasons head and created a small puddle on Finns chest which was slowly running down to his neck. At the site of the bloody mess, Finn shrieked once again and pushed Jasons body onto the floor next to him.
He sprung up and kicked the body away from him. Finns heart pounded and he began taking in small, rapid breaths of air. Tears started to fall down his cheeks and mixed with the drops of blood that covered his face, he looked like a blubbering mess. Slowly, Finn turned to Joe and stared at him through blurry eyes.
You killed him. You FUCKING killed him! You murderer! Finn sobbed.
Another sob escaped Finns mouth as he looked back at Jasons body. He couldn't believe what had just happened; someone had been shot and killed right in front of him, and all over a gun. Finn whipped his head round towards Joe as he remembered the gun again. It was lying on the floor in front of Joe, he must have dropped it. His gaze was fixed on the gun for a few moments, it was so close to him. He wasn't going to go through all of this and not get what he came here for.
Finns eyes darted up to Joes face to see if he was watching and then back down to the gun. The gun was only a hands reach away from him but it was closer to Joe and Joe was dangerous, however, Finn wasn't changing his decision.
Finn lunged towards the gun and gripped it in his left hand before hastily scrambling to his feet. As he dashed towards the exit, Finn saw Jasons bag on the table where the gun had originally been. He would need it for the ammo for the gun which most likely didn't have many bullets left in it and a few extra supplies would be good.
Coming towards the door, Finn extended his arm and gripped hold of the bags strap and pulled it towards him, flinging it over his shoulder. As he turned, he bent down and picked up his own bag which he had left there earlier and headed full speed down the corridor.
As Finn ran, he started to slow down; he couldn't handle the weight of both bags. When he turned the corner off the hallway Finn came to a halt and dropped to the floor. He snivelled loudly and rubbed his still teary eyes before opening both his and Jasons bags. Gripping hold of the base of Jasons bag, Finn lifted it up and tipped it upside down so the bags contents scattered across the floor. Frantically, he began picking up all the bullets and the instruction manual and transitioned them to his own bag. When he had finally finished gathering up the bullets, Finn looked at the pile of supplies thoughtfully. He couldn't take all of the supplies as it would weigh him down, so he decided to take the first aid kit, a bottle of water, a tin of crackers, a loaf of bread and five of the ten energy bars.
Satisfied with his new load of supplies, Finn stood up and poked his head around the corner to make sure no one had followed him. With one last sniff, Finn turned and sprinted down the hallway, making his way out of the hospital.
((Finn Grant continued in Walk the Streets so Mean