Make art not war part 2

A cop stands in front of me,completely backed up by like,50 others. They're all fully equipped with scary items-example,a fricking GUN and a god dang SHIELD. Thoughts are raging like a storm in my head. The cops rush in through my door and I yell reallyyyy loud. What did they want??? Stepping to an officer he screams like a girl and his arms frail,causing his gun to go off,bullet aiming at my leg. I scream bloody murder and wince hard at the bullet hole in my leg and all the blood rushing down from it! My vision blurs-then goes black. The last thing I see is my leg.