Chapter Fifteen
Creeper stood looking over the ledge of an apartment building fumbling with an AK-47 assault rifle. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were slick with tears. He was drunk out of his mind and emotional. He took a bottle of Tequila to the head then sat it upon the ledge. He aimed the assault rifle at a black & white police car cruising through the block below. He gently placed his index finger on the trigger and pulled it back. The choppa rattled to life in his hands and vomited sharp rounds of ammunition. The barrel of the weapon ignited with fire as empty shell casings were discharged from the side of it. Creeper laughed maniacally as bullets rained on the rooftop of the police car below, turning it into Swiss cheese.
The police car lost control
