#gunchuckin

All Mike could think of was getting his friend out of the building before it came crashing down. He reached out his hand and gave them a firm shove out of the doorway, sending them sprawling onto the sidewalk outside just as the floor gave way under his feet.

The brunet tumbled down into the basement level, the rest of the building coming down on top of him. He smacked his head on a piece of fallen debris, disorienting him even more. Once the rubble settled he began to regain some of his awareness.

Mike took a brief assessment of himself, noting that he could still feel his limbs, a few were painfully pinned down, but otherwise intact. He was lying face down in the debris. His movements were confined and as far as he could tell he wasn’t severely injured. That was until he tried to move his torso.

“Ah!” he gasped, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Something had pierced his side and would injure him further if he tried to get himself out.

This mean they're going to have to jump into the backseat FAST!

Who’s the third Texas???? I must know!

Was it MotorcityMutt?

((It was mikechilton-level44 actually, but I have seen MotorcityMutt as well! ovo

Amazing... He was lost. Again. 

Not that it mattered much. There was no special destination for him to get to. Still it would probably be god to find somewhere to rest that wasn't behind a dumpster or hiding in an abandoned building. The lack of shelter was starting to wear him out.

And his patch up work on his wounds were not doing their job. He was running out of clean strips of his shirt to use as bandage. Getting pelted by glass and having a piece of metal fall along your back was not the wisest of decisions that Mike had done. Not that he had wanted it or anything. Just his bad luck. Just like what father figure he had gotten attached to. 

But he wasn't going back. Kane had made his plans for Motorcity painfully obvious. Clear out or die. Not much of a choice.

At least this time Mike had wandered into a neighborhood with people in it and not just dead ends of caved in tunnels and roads leading way too high above the city to be traversed on foot. And there were lights and voices in the air. Maybe here he could find something to eat. Or a place to rest. Maybe even both. He could work for a meal. He knew how to clean and stuff. There was certainly someone that needed help or an extra pair of hands around.