"So what's your job?"

"Oh, me?!" I asked, then switched and answered. "I'm a deambusher"

"A what?"

"I'm the guy who gets ambushed."

"I Don't understand."

"Oh." I said, understanding his misunderstanding. "You see, I walk ahead and get ambushed. It's safe back here because I trigger the traps."

"ahhhh..... ooooooh" He said, his eyes suddenly widening, confusion melting away. "Are you any good?"

"I'm the best."

"Really?"

"Ya. I can even feel it coming. But... Still I walk right into it. I set it off.. take the fall... and keep the rest of everyone safe."

"The rest of everyone?"

"Ya.. everyone else.. or atleast what's left of everyone."

"Christ. Doesn't sound to pleasant... but tell me something. How'd you get into this?"

"Easy. I just walked into it."

"Very Funny."

"No... for real serious." I said, no hint of a smile. "When so many are so determined there's an ambush everywhere. You can avoid one and walk into another... So I figured.. What the hell.. I'll capitalize."

"I see." He said, slowly backing away. Not taking his eyes off me.

"..not good." I said, the dizziness not going away, the cramping starting up, my head feeling as if it was full of worms.

"What!?" He said, coming back toward me.

"Run!"
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I woke up...
maybe taking naps in an over caffinated state is not a good idea.