Short Story by: TheBassetHound
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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