'Pitter patter pitter patter'
I hear the sound of the blood dripping from my face, after the sound of ratta Tat tatta just before my heart raced.
‘Pitter’ ‘patter’ ‘clank’ ‘chk’ ‘chk’
The guns reloaded, someone else is about to get hit.
“Stay down” was the sound that echoed every where.
As i lay on the floor coated in blood and gasping for air.
Too delirious to stay calm and too tense to move, as my sweat mixed with blood and piss covered my shoe.
‘I ain’t no killer but don’t push me’ was the line that came to my head BUT, “don’t kill me…or ill kill you” is what i declared instead.
Lying there on the floor my adrenalin didn’t have to travel far, neither did the blood that gushed from the wound that was right next to my heart.
I wasn’t in the position to make demands, but i had a gun too so that gave me my reason to ásk. I was a badass.
Despite laying in the chemical fusion of my own bodily fluids, i wasn’t going to let it all be for naught. I ain’t mo bitch, i came to win this.
Get in, get out. Just a quicky so i could handle my business , i never expected a simple trip to the bank would end up like this. Good thing i brought a gun. No matter who has to die, i have the power to end it. Suicidal options and a murderous expectation. Still on the ground i try to think of z way out but its kinda hard to think when (bullets) shots fly past your head,you’re gushing from your chest, sweating bullets and lying down in piss. ‘Shuffle squeak thump’ Their footsteps get closer as i panic in place trying not to ‘cry me a river ’ Only 3 bullets left and my ain is not that good when i tried taking on all four of them i got hit by the one lying ‘unconscious’ by my foot. GREAT IDEA! Pick up his gun, use it to your advantage. But be careful with civilians, dual guns are sometimes hard to manage. Note to self: don’t stick out your head . You may need to see but you do that and you’ll end up dead. “For the last time” they warned, “with your hands up”…..i needed to come out . But im a minority with guns im going to end up dead no doubt.

I’ve done this so many times on GTAuto, just shoot the cops, be out then steal some dudes camero; that’s so conveniently parked outside every establishment.I can’t give up now, failure is not an option, i’m screwed as it is so if my wife dies now the kid will be lucky to be put up for adoption. If i end up dead the kid will meet the same fate. Its an ugly reality but Cancer don’t discriminate. The only option is to fight for life, get money and escape. I tucked the money in my pants and army crawled through the civilians lying face down like i told them to or i would have shot them in the throat . I swam on the floor pass through the scattered mobs to the elevator door. Doggy paddle my way pass the artificial plants by the bank’s side entrance. Like a snatch and run thief I could run to the door elegance. But i was bleeding to death through the hole in my chest. So it was easy to spot me lying flat, drenched in blood and so very well dressed. I knew i was spotted it was already too late. But I still read for the door even when they want me to stay put. Shots were fired at the back of my head, but I was hit in the arm, the ear and the leg instead. I saw the only two bullets that I actually missed, right by my eyes on both sides with blinding Swiftness. My life didn’t flash, but I saw my death twice. The manufacturer and the date with both of my eyes. Coughing up blood, gasping for air, sweating myself cleaned of dirt, drowning my eyes in tears everything that could go wrong did, right before I was about to die. Was it worth it? No! Could it have gone better? Yes! But On the bright side, I might have gotten shot, but I didn’t piss myself before the second time