Gwarp had a mad smile on his lips as he raced along the street, pushing his wheelchair way beyond its limit.
He had done it. He escaped from that rotten military base and even managed to steal their precious little secret. As the wind whistled through his hair he knew that he still had it in him. The fierce and madness it needs to … A tank appeared on his left side.
Gwarp hollered. He hasn’t felt that alive in years and lived the sensation of adrenaline pumping through his old veins. He would only need to go a little bit further and then they were out of the base’s territory. They wouldn’t be able to follow him then.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with that knowledge since to tank’s gun suddenly turned into his direction and he could hear a very familiar loud rumbling within the tank. Gwarp cursed and shortly after heard how the cannon got loaded. Apparently they weren’t joking.
He pulled the break on his wheelchair as hard as possible, ignoring the pain shooting from his arthritis fingers into his head. Grinding his teeth he managed to bring the wheelchair to a screeching halt just a second before the tank fired its cannon. Gwarp’s last bit of hair moved widely Form the rush of air, but he speed up his wheelchair again and raced off towards the end of the military territory.