Delivery story 436 Brad writes: In Marietta, Georgia working for a Pizza Hut on 7/7/11 just a few nights ago I arrived at 707 Franklin Road at building 7 door 2. The door was already open. A girl walked out and greeted me and told me that her sister will be here any minute with the money. She went to the gas station or something. She started to flirt with me telling me I'm cute and all. She's nasty. A guy walked up to us and asked if either of us had a light. I said no and she said she has one, but she needs to find it. He walked away and came back a moment or two later and told us, "It's alright. I found a light." Not too long after this he grabbed me from the rear and put a gun to the right side of my head just above my eye. Now if he had just told me to empty my pockets I would have and not given him a struggle, but he told me, "Go in the apartment," and started to push me toward it. I wasn't about to do this. I had no clue what awaited me in there. They could easily, with no witnesses, kill me, torture me, even rape me according to some accounts I've read in the past so I struggled away. I didn't dare throw punches or anything because he was pointing a gun at my head. So we struggled for a moment and he worked me around the side of the building where he pulled the trigger. I immediately felt blood all over my face. He emptied my pockets and took everything and left. I thought I had been shot in the head and was waiting to black out and collapse. I was feeling my face to see if I could find a hole in my skull somewhere. I couldn't. I was simply thinking thoughts, recollections, and things I've been learning, like Russian or material in school, to see if my brain seemed impaired. Everything seemed normal. After I hadn't collapsed after a couple minutes I was thinking what I should do next. I looked to see if any of my things were still there. Nothing was left behind. I then peered out to see if my car was still there. It was. He took both my spare and main keys, though. A QuikTrip (local gas station) was across the street from the apartment complex so I made a run for it. I didn't want to trust those ghetto losers to call 911. They probably have weed or something to be concerned about. I walked into the QuikTrip covered in blood and asked the shocked looking clerk, "Can you call 911?" He replied, "Of course! HEY, CALL 911!" I asked for a drink and they get me some water. I got on the phone with 911 and she asked if I wanted an ambulance. I can't believe I replied, "Is it going to cost me?" I can't believe myself. I'm even cheap in this scenario. So the cops and EMS arrived and asked me questions, got me on a stretcher and off to the hospital. I had a CAT scan and my skull was intact. Only three stitches. All is well! I just don't know if it was a bullet that grazed my skull, luckily, or if it was a blank (though at point blank range, blanks can kill.) One of the officers took some photos of my bloody face before I cleaned up. I want those. I guess just to see how bad it was. Also, I installed an app that is supposed to track lost/stolen phones. I looked it up on my mom's phone and as of 2 AM that morning, about three hours after the assault, the GPS showed it narrowed down to one specific building number at an apartment complex down the street from where I was robbed. Since apartments are kind of crunched together it could be one of a few of them. I, of course, told the cops this. Hopefully this lead gets an arrest. The original lead I had for them was essentially "black male about 6 feet with baggy clothes." I stated a little more than that, of course, but that essentially is what they had before I remembered I installed that app. Oh, and the original apartment was a vacant residence the police found out, by the way. return to top