A Pistol in my hand

Scratching my head, I woke up, "a raid?" I was awestricken. Ambulances, police jeeps, the red and blue lights, the caution long tapes. With hundreds of people downstairs outside the society apartment. I could feel a little something on one of my hands, as from the window I turned towards them, a scary heavy black object, " a gun!?" I cried with a pale, expressionless face...