Each step he took was painful. He had to pump himself up before lurching again. God damn he wished he had another bulletproof vest on. He wished they had those full body armors like in those video games. Halo.

A bullet proof only protected you in a limited area. You could get hit in so many other places. Plus getting hit in the vest itself hurt like hell. Dave had gone through it twice.

He took a deep breath. Raised his leg and took another step. Ducked back down. Waited for the bullets that never came. Then he pumped himself up again. Took another deep breath. Lurched.

This time around he tripped. There was an arm on the floor. His foot had rolled on the forearm. Fuck. Dave wanted to scream in pain. The glass scratched into the skin of his arm. Ahhhhhh he screamed in his mind as he clenched his teeth so hard that he thought some would come loose.

He looked over at the arm. It was. It was the barista that had served him his Flat White earlier. God damn, he thought.