After leaving the City the Police identified the bullets were from Pete. They searched for him all over the town but, no one found him. After 3 Months they gave up and declared him Lost. But, back to Pete. Since Pete lost his weapon he had nothing to "Defend" himself with. So, he left the Northern Territory of Stickpage and walked all the way to the Eastern part of Stickpage. After that the pain from his eye had gone but his eye was messed up severely. Finally he found a town; after hours of searching he found a Gun Shop. After 15 minutes of looking around in the Gun Shop the Cashier asked rottenly, "Hey, you. What's with the eye-patch? Heh, you probably got beaten up. Even look at you; you look like some weak loser walking around, looking for a gun to defend yourself. You look pathetic. I can see why you lost your eye!" Pete just looked at the Cashier with his left eye and just chuckled. The Cashier just grunted and kept watching him. After Pete found a 22. Cal., so, he walked up to the Cashier and laid the gun down. The Cashier Grabbed Pete by the neck and tried to choke him. Pete grabbed the Cashier's head and then bashed his own head into the Cashier's. Then Pete shoved the Cashier into a bayonet sticking behind the Cashier. Pete was unharmed but didn't care that he killed the Cashier. Pete grabbed all the Hollow points, and regular bullets he could find and stuck them in a bag he took from Larry right before he fainted. The SWAT arrived by the time Pete ran was at the front gates of the Town. This forced him to move leave the Southern part of Stickpage and to run to the West part of Stickpage. Now, this is where he laid low. Then finally, he decided, "I'll go back to the Northern part of Stickpage. This is where I am wanted the most and where most of the people want to hunt me down and kill me." So... by now the whole SWAT team was searching the whole entire Sticknation. [spoiler=The Story Part 3] Now before you read this, this is about Pete roaming from land to land before arriving in the North Territory. So, let's begin. Around 11:35 PM Pete made a Campfire and sat down thinking about the SWAT troop. About 30 minutes later a SWAT-Copter nearby saw the Smoke and flew towards it. After this the Copter called in 4 more Copters and then in a split second, Pete was surrounded. Pete just looked at the Copter infront of him and just waited for something to happen. Then he heard, "Pete Whitfield, you are surrounded! Throw any weapons or bullets into that fire, now! That is an order. Pete just slowly moved his arm... grabbed one of the campfire rocks (Which was flaming hot) and threw it into one of the turbines which caused the Copter to run into another copter and both of them exploded which made all the other ones crash land. All of the SWAT troopers were dead. Except, Pete found a lot of useful items. He stripped all of the SWAT gear off of one of the Soldiers and put it on; he also took a riot shield, a couple of grenades, and more bullets. That's all he could scavenge before dusk broke out. After walking a couple miles he saw a watch tower. He climbed up the staircase and then threw a grenade up the stairs. He could hear one of the men say, "GRENADE!" and then just heard guts fly. He made a pile of the bodies and remains, and then found a bottle of alcohol. Then, poured it all over the bodies and shot the alcohol with his gun. He hung out there and then left a week or two later. Finally he saw a familiar sight... the Hospital that he was laid in, in the beginning. Then, he found a note in his pocket which told him to go to a specific address which was out of town. After walking for a while he found the address which lead to a new Town and found the building he was told to go into. He found a man in a chair, legs crossed, as if Pete was being hired for a Job. Then, the man finally broke the silence by saying, "I've been watching your style of killing lately... and I got to say that I am impressed. I would like to offer you a role in being an Official gladiator.

"Why Me..."

"Because..." The man said with a wide grin spread across his face.