BANG!
A bullet whooshes by me as I run through the streets, weaving through the crowd. I duck into an alleyway and sprint in an effort to lose my pursuers.
My muscles burn as I continue sprinting.
I can hear the footsteps following me as I try to shake them off. I would rather die than be caught.
I turn into another back-alley. My heart stops.
Dead end.
Fuck!
I turn around to get back into the street where I can blend in with the crowd.
Instead, I feel the cool metal of a Glock 19 pressing into my forehead.
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Action White Belt
ActionA 100-word action flash fiction for the Wattpad Write to Rank competition.
