Breathing heavily my lungs felt as though they were about to explode. I had never run this fast in my life. My heart pounded vigourously as the anxiety of what was about to take place overwhelmed me. It was all their fault every last one of those bastards born with that y chromosome between their legs. "Why me what did I ever do to deserve this?" God's wrath continued to persecute me as the heavy rain struck me unmercifully in the face. Although these bastards remained in heavy pursuit I was determined not to surrender. The pain was unbearable I could never live with what I had done. Little did these freaks know I was better off dead.
The deafening sound of the helicopters above pounded my ear drums while the beaming bright light illuminated my every trail casting huge ghostly shadows around me partly blinding my vision. As the burning sensation trickled through my body my conscious gave way to the inevitable. It would only be a matter of moments before I was captured. The beast were closing in on me sounding like a stamped of horses running wild and relentless.
"Freeze or I'll shoot."
"Shoot you fucks, I dont give a shit." I thought to myself.
"Blah! I felt something pierce through my right leg. It was though someone had struck me with an object that had been submerged in lava. Struggling I continued running. "Fuck you bastards," I mumbled grtting my teeth. The rain began to fall heavily as the fog thickened. Stumbling I felt my legs beginning to give out on me as the pain intensified. "Freeze I dont want to have to kill you." The enemy shouted. I didn't care. I had nothing worth living for. Blah! Blah! The powerful impact severed my shoulder spinning me around. Grasping the 45 caliber I squeezed the trigger before plummeting towards the ground. Determined to take as many of those bastards with me as possible. I lied motionless on the ground, watching scornfully, as the mob steadily approached me with their guns drawn...