5 March 2013
I didn't do anything
Will I survive?
You feel a gun press to your back
You feel fighter instincts kick in
You swivel around
You take one hand to flip the gun
And use both to point it right back at them
They slowly back away
Leaving an open space
You back out
Eyes darting
Sensing any faults
Then you drop it
And run
Around the corner
Spy a fence
Hop over it
You see a tall tree
You scramble up it and hop on a building
Shoot through the door on the roof
Grunting with force
Race down 3 flights
The soles hitting the concrete with speed
Find a restroom
And go inside
You slam the door shut
Put your back against it
You slowly walk over to the counter
You take a look into the mirror
Your face looks dead beat tired
Disturbed
Confused
Breathe in
Chest rising
Breathe out
Chest falling
Put a hand through your hair
As you start to walk out
You feel a hand on your shoulder
Pulls you with great force
You swivel around to look
But in an instant
Your head get pushed
Into the granite counter
Your head an ear splitting crack
You fall to the ground
Loosing conscience..
It fades to black....
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Escape Mode (pt. 2) • Opuss № I