Earthquake?

You feel a trickle of warm blood run down the back of your head, through your hair. Looking up at the large, black man with his shotgun you feel completely helpless. Fear has gripped your stomach like a hand that is slowly turning your guts inside out. As you take a deep breath, sure that it will be your last, the ground begins to shift under you with a great rumble. The pavement cracks and one half forces itself on top of the other. The black man loses his balance and falls to one knee, dropping the shotgun at the same time. For a minute your eyes meet his. His green eyes are as cold and deep as an old well, but not the kind you wish upon. Then you both glance to the gun that now sits several feet away from you.

Without hesitation you move toward it, but the ground shifts again. You believe the grounds movements are being caused by an Earthquake and ask yourself, 'do those happen here?' In the last 7 years that you've lived in good old New York, you can't recall this happening, ever! With the last tremor the pavement cracked open and pulled apart, creating a one foot gap in the Earth.

Fear grabs you again when you notice that the shot gun slid across the hard, pavement and is now resting on the edge of the gap. Your opponent has also realized this and makes his move for the gun. He makes a dive for it and lands with a crash. His finger tips are now only inches from the gun's old, wooden handle. As you attempt to go for the gun, the black man shifts his body forward and extends his arm again. The gun is easily within his reach, but as his fingers brush the weapon it's swept up and away from him, by another hand.