• I felt like I'd just been slammed by a semi. I was numb all over and I was pretty sure my right arm was supposed to move when I told it to, but instead my left leg twitched and kicked out. My face had the sensation of being hit by small, hard rocks and I was certain I had a black eye because my left lid was swollen closed beyond repair. There went any good looks I might have had.
    I attempted to get up from the dirt I was laying in, but my right arm flared with pain and my legs gave out on me, sending me crashing back to earth... hard. I smacked my head and saw flashing colors in the sky mixing with the morning sunlight. In normal circumstances, I would be more worried about where I was, but these were anything, but normal circumstances. I couldn't even remember last night or where I lived. I almost forgot my name too, but it eventually came to me.
    My name was Danny Janson, DJ for short, and I was in the Big City now, away from the dull countryside of my childhood. Now, where exactly in the Big City I was, I couldn't tell. It looked something like a waste dump and my memories of last night were still foggy. Once more I attempted to stand, and once more my shoulder burned with unbelievable pain and I smacked back onto the ground. This was getting annoying.
    Thinking my joint was out of place or something, I rolled it to pop it back in, but that only seemed to hurt more. I cussed and clenched my jaw like a steel trap. When I finally let go of my vice like grip on my shoulder, I felt a hot, sticky substance on my left hand and brought it before my face to look. I didn't like what I saw.
    It was blood. My blood. Red and... well, red. I placed my hand back onto the wound and felt around, suddenly worried on the seriousness of my injury. It felt like I had a gaping hole in my shoulder, wide enough to poke my thumb through, but of course I didn't. That would hurt like hell. It was then that it dawned on me exactly what kind of situation I was in.
    I'd just been shot.