[ MP ] Hybrid - Last Man Standing

I'm running as fast as I can, but it is n't fast enough. 
 
 They're coming. I can hear their metal footsteps clanking on the concrete. 
 
 I turn a corner and sprint down a deserted alleyway. *FUCK. * It's a dead end. 
 
 I spin around, facing my pursuers. One draws a gun, aims with slow mechanical precision. 
 
 `` This wo n't hurt a bit,'' he says, and he shoots. 
 
 The gunshot is silent, just a spurt of air pushing a dart forwards. I duck under the projectile and roll forward, and one of them kicks me full-on in the head. 
 
 I'm not quite out cold, but I'm seeing stars. I feel it pick me up. 
 
 *It. * It's not a person. It feels like cold metal.
