Prologue

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My legs are tired and I'm probably hyperventilating. My lungs are toast, but I can't stop now. Fuck! I don't want to go back to jail! I hear the sirens behind me, the cops are shouting. My backpack is way to heavy to be running with it, why did I pack all of my goddamn lab?

Shit, is that a fence?

This alley is a dead-end! Well fuck it, gotta climb! My feet are hurting so much, but I jump on the metal fence. The yelling behind me is getting worse, I need to go faster! I pass the top at the same time as the cops turn in the alleyway and see me. Shit!

I jump down.


Is it me or this fence wasn't that high? I mean yes, I have terrible knees, but I should be on the floor, right?-

Shit - What the - Jesus Christ!

My ankle went the wrong way, goddamn it...


Wait.

Where the actual fuck am I?

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