Jumping backward, Small muzzles seemed to work their way out from the windows of the approaching olds-mobile. Loud blast's erupted from the vehicle as Manson hit the deck. .45 mm. rounds ripped through the glass windows and doors of the hospital, Wounding a few civilians inside. As screams of pain were heard, A .357 slug ripped through Manson's shoulder. A thick crimson sludge ran down his shoulder as the car began to speed up, Tearing off into the street as people began to help the wounded. Zack didn't draw his weapon though, Instead he stood and began to dash around the side of the building. He didn't need to be there when the cops arrived, And the security detail for the hospital would show up any moment now.
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