DO NOT READ THIS NOR COMMENT ON THIS! Conflict 1 Choice 2

Thomas looked at Steve with a devilish look. Thomas picked up the gun and tossed it at Steve.
“Pay backs a bitch, ain’t it?” Thomas said in a cold voice as he sprinted towards the door.
Steve fumbled with the shells for a moment trying to load them in. He didn’t have time to think about how pissed he was at Thomas. He flipped over and was just about to fire the only shot he had left when a tanks fist pound his rib cage in. Steve bounced off the cracked tile floor.
Thomas kept running. He pushed himself harder and harder. One of the four tanks heaved a huge amount of concrete and lifted it over his head. Thomas looked back to see the unreal site and looked forward towards his “shelter from the storm.” Thomas was close nearly 10 feet away. He grinned for he knew he was going to make it. Jill stood at the door with a discussed look on her face. She look tense and ready to rip a head off a small child. She held the door handle in one hand and her rifle in the other. “Only 5 feet away!” Thomas told himself to keep going ignoring Jill’s figure at the door. She squinted her eyes and crinkled her nose as she slammed the wide metal door shut. Thomas was looking back to see if he still had time. The tank had the concrete ready to throw.
“2 more fe-…” he stopped himself as he looked forward to a gray metal door shut. Thomas was in disbelief. He rammed his should into the door trying to open it.”Shit, no luck!” he screamed. “Open the do-…” he was cut off. The only sound any one heard was the loud crash of stone smacking against bones and the tile floor. The blood started to pool under the door as Jill stood over it thinking about what she had just done. She just killed Thomas!

Try again? Oh yea that was your fault.