Walking down a long, sandy and deserted road in the middle of no where with a medium sized duffel bag hanging from his shoulders, A'imel Tayo is ambushed by three hostiles, all looking pumped up and armed with assault rifles and shot guns. A'imel drops his bag on the sandy ground, drops to his knees and puts his hand on the back of his head. Take the bag, but please don't hurt me, he says. One of the hostiles looking so pale and frustrated, steps foward, he has an unreal smile on his face. Whats in the bag? He asks, food, money and some old clothes, A'imel answered. Open it up, the hostile commands. A'imel reaches foward to open the bag, slowly, the hostile says, bring out everything one by one and put them beside the bag and dont try anything funny or my boys here would fill you up with bullets. Don't test them because they're pretty hungry for fresh blood. A'imel does as he is told and does it slowly too. After unpacking more than half of whats in the bag, the hostile asks him whats left, A'imel answered, some old underwears, my international passport, a 9mm, its firing pin and a 10.5 metre range scope. Good, hand over the passport and... Wait a minute, a 9 what? The hostile asks. A 2011 new model 9MM pistol and its firing pin BLAM!! BLAM!! A'imel shoots the hostile in the leg and then in the head. And it also comes loaded with 10 free shells. The other two hostiles cock their guns and open fire, A'imel dodges with a no hand back flip and puts two shells into one of the hostile's chest while in the air. Who the hell are you man!! The other hostile shouts as he turns around and runs away still shooting. A'imel lets him run while he reloads his gun and fixes in the scope. BLAM!! A'imel gunns down the last hostile who had already covered quite a long distance while running. Bloody armateurs he says. By the way my name is A'imel Tayo but you can call me ''MR. GURNZ'' Chuckle!.. A'imel bends to pack up his bag and all of a sudden the ground begins to rumble. He lifts his head and sees at a far distance, ten more hostiles running towards him. Sighs!! And picks up the dead hostile's assault rifle, cocks it and says LETS DANCE SUCKERS........ .....TO BE CONTINUED..... you can use this to form a script and show us through email at wrgcomics@gmail.com
