DOGG'S STOCKADE

I ran as quickly as my legs could carry me. Behind me were five of them, bloodied and mangled, but still sprinting at full speed. I was tired, out of ammo, and knew I wouldn't be able to keep my current pace much longer. Then a glimmer of light caught my eye. My salvation had come just in time and now laid just ahead; Dogg's Stockade, one of the few safe havens left in this god-forsaken city. A surge of adrenaline went through my body as I summoned all my strength to make the last stretch. As I drew closer, I saw no one at the walls even though there were campfires. As I reached within a few feet of the entrance, a voice shouted "Duck!" . As I slid across the floor, the guards appeared from hiding behind the walls and swiftly cut down my pursuers. One of them offered me a hand to pick myself up. "Welcome to Dogg's Stockade, make yourself at home." 



THE PICK UP
NEED A HAND?
IT'S SPREADING
BIG BROTHER
FLAMIN` STENCHES
FIX `EM UP
SUCK ON THIS
THAT'S MY MAP
SCOTTY BOY
SICKLE ARMED BASTARDS
BONES
THAT DAMN NOISE!