As I was limping towards the shop I thought I could hear a police
siren wailing in the distance. I started running as fast as I could. My
heart was thumping, my legs were aching. A police car was
skidding around the corner with a police officer shouldering a
machine gun. As he aimed the gun at me I dropped to the
ground flat on my face. The bullet slammed into the shop window
in front of me. The glass shattered everywhere. I was lying on the
floor clutching my right wrist. A piece of glass had sliced open my
wrist. Blood was oozing out of it. As I got up I tried to stop the
blood flowing with my T-shirt. I had blood all over me.
As I ran I held my wrist to my stomach. I had pains all over my
body. I could hear another police car in the distance. I could
barely see. As I ran I slid into an alleyway. There was a metal
ladder bolted to the wall. I frantically clambered onto it. As I
started to climb a police officer broke into the alleyway and
started to follow me up it. As he aimed his gun at me I had
reached the end of the ladder which met the roof. As he was
about to fire I clambered onto the roof. I was on the roof of a
three-storey building.
As I carefully balanced across the roof I slipped and lost my
balance. As I fell I grabbed onto something. I was clinging onto
the base of the roof. I couldn’t believe I was still alive. I was
holding on for dear life. I knew I was going to die. And then I had
an idea. The window which was directly parallel to my feet looked
breakable. If I failed to pull this off I would die. I jumped. My body smashed into the window at force breaking it. The glass shattered
everywhere. I landed on the carpeted floor with a thud. Blood
was flowing out of my left shoulder. But that was the least of my
worries. I had made it. I was safe, or was I? Everything that had
happened seemed to have jumped out of me. But then
everything came flooding back. My heart was thumping. I started
panicking. What had become of the police officer at ground
level? Did he think I was dead or had he seen what had
happened. I had to act fast. The police everywhere would be
looking for me. As I went for the door in front of me I noticed that
the room was cluttered with desks. But just when I was about to
open the door a police officer smashed through it knocking me
backwards. He was cradling a machine gun. His finger was 1inch
from the trigger. As he was about to fire I plunged my fist into his
stomach winding him. I quickly bent down and scooped up the
