Tch....
[heavy breathing, and the growl of monsters.]
Hell of a time to run out of bullets...
And hell of a time not to have the Darkness with me.
[the growls get louder.]
Still playing knock-and-run at your door, Death.
Here's to hoping you don't catch me this time.
[the rush of static and pounding feet]
[ooc: WOUNDED AND CORNERED JACKIE IS WOUNDED AND
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