With the bullets flying, Dolemeck found himself on the receiving end of their fury. He took one to the shoulder, another to his stomach, and finally... one just grazed his head. He fell down like a ragdoll. It hurt. It hurt more than he thought it would. But if he played dead, maybe they would go away. Maybe he could have a better chance of surviving and finding a safe place to hide.

What was he saying?! What sort of better chance could he have!? He was bleeding all over the place and could not really move anymore!

"Just go away... go away. It hurts. Go away..." He thought not just to himself to himself, but anyone who could pick up on his thoughts.