THE SURVIVAL

OK no time to talk now I'll just get right to the story. I was running away from someone when I came across an alleyway between two stores. I ran down the alleyway until I heard a gunshot. It was followed by an explosion of pain. I fell to the ground and had just enough time to look a the gaping hole in my shoulder that was oozing with blood. A hooded figure came up to where my body lay. He took out a gun because he realized I was alive. He squeezed the trigger . Luckily, he was pointing just above my hip. Unluckily, it still hurt like a motherfucker. I lied there moaning as he checked my pockets for something valuable. He found my wallet and took out the wad of cash I kept with me for emergencies. Then just like he appeared, he went into the shadows like pure darkness and was gone. When I made sure of that I used the last bit of my strength to get out of the fucked up dark alleyway and into the street. The oil lamps were so blinding it was like God was standing in front of me. Praying to find someone, just as I turned the corner a lady was standing there. I was only to croak one word," Help." Then I fell to the ground like fifty pounds of rubble. And I lost conciseness.

Sorry guys I messed up so I guess this is page one.