Hemlock lays on the ground on the little side road not far from the compound. His bike lays on the ground not far from him, his phone near that but he can see its shattered to hell and back, so no good. His stomach feels like its on fire and the blood pool under him is getting larger. It all happened so quickly, he wasn't expecting trouble this close to the compound. But those three Valhalla's Warriors members just ambushed him. Shot him while he was on his bike. He's pretty sure the ensuing fall snapped his leg but its too hard to focus on anything other than the pain in his stomach from the bullets to process if its actually broken or not. This feels like it. The end. He sort of expected it but doesn't mean he isn't disappointed there wasn't more of a bang. As he lays there, dazed and bleeding out, he spots lights coming towards him. He can't see clearly enough in the haze to tell who it is but he can only hope whoever it is has a little bit of that stuff other people call 'empathy'