Quadraplegic predicaments

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He began walking around the scrapheap, looking for Efof and Mk.7, or
even the new guy, anyone would be good.
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Chris crouched behind a large box that had no place in an ordinary
warehouse, let alone a scrap heap. It was white with black spots on
it in random places, not unlike a cow, and every five minutes seemed
to make a noise that sounded distinctly like a cat that had been
forced to wear baby clothing in a fashion that it made it look
quadraplegic.
He quietly crept from behind his hiding place and stood up fully
before crouching back down again to avoid a bullet that had
ricocheted off the wall. It hit the box with a gentle thud, and the
box made a muffled sound of the same quadraplegic cat being forced
to listen to westlife.
Chris stood up again and looked around and the maze-like scrap yard
that he was in. Turning his head left to right he noticed nothing of
any interest, and so took the left fork ahead of him. He continued
walking for a while, until something was dropped from way above and
nearly landed on his head. Chris dived for cover as the object
hurtled down and hit the floor with a resounding thud. Chris looked
at the object as he stood up and dusted himself down to find that it
was still intact. He picked it up to see that it was Jack's rifle.
"Ah crap" said Chris quietly, as he attached the rifle to the strap
on his back. He walked over to the large pile of scrap that looked
like what can only be described as a wall. He kicked it hard to test
that it was stable, which it was, and began to climb, intruiged as
to where the rifle had come from.
After climbing for between five and ten minutes he reached the top
of the enormous scrap pile, only to find that Jack, if it had been
Jack, wasnt there. Annoyed, he stamped on the scrap pile, only to
discover that it was not as stable as he had first though, It
wobbled a little, before something gave way, and the pile fell,
hurling Chris accross the scrap head, knocking him unconcious as he
hit the floor, right in the path of the monster.
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