Thanks for the advice.
You are right, maybe I should have ran from the scene, or given those pieces of shit some money, but the reality is, my orders had come directly down from Big Man Jake himself. Big Man Jake had grown up on the streets, working his way up from a common street mugger, purse snatcher, to the head of the cities major drug cartel. Big Man does not care about troubles with crackheads, or this gaping fucking bite wound in the side of my neck. The only thing Big Man cares about is that Package at Freddy's - the package I didn't get.
Now, the bite wound is the least of my worries. I am losing a lot of blood, but I can't go to the hospital, because Big Man's goons will find me there. I can't come out of hiding without protection, but I do need medical attention, what should I do?
I also am developing a strange new craving - a thirst for human blood. I think those crackheads turned me into a motherfuckin' vampire!
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Big Man Jake knows that all deals don't go off smooth. If I were you, I think I would go to Big Man Jake anyway and explain the situation. I would tell him the only way he will ge the package is by sending reiforcements. It's a tough call though. I would do everything in my power to put myself first and stay alive and get medical attention somehow if I were you.
What happened to you? Are you alright? Did you get that bite taken care of? I don't see why you don't try to get out of dealing with Big Man Jake from now on. Maybe you don't want to talk about it anymore.
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