I ran. When people say running is fun, They obvoiusly arent in my
predicament.Normally I like running, but my life now depended on
it. I was running... from a lunatic with a hand gun. Bang after
bang after bang. My lungs started hurting, but I kept holding onto
the thought of that if I ran fast enough, I could make it out of
the library alive. Bang after bang after bang. My legs started
hurting, and adrenaline only was keeping me running. Need...
more... air... I jumped down the stairwell and rolled back into a
run. Bang after bang after bang. And then, Pain shot through my
body. It was over. I took a tumble before landing five feet from
the door. Pain... Too much... Sirens! Police! Help... Shot...
Stay... Conscious... Black.
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