Now of course I value my life so I'm not going to die here even if it requires committing an actual crime. As I walk up to the police with my hands up I prepare to retaliate. As soon as I reach an officer my arm flashers down to his wrist to disarm him. I almost imediatly after use his as a meat shield. After this I imediatly start sprinting away. Although while running I felt a sharp pain in my left arm, but for now I would have to ignore it. I swear I ran at least for 3 hours. It was supprisingly pleasant it had been a while since I felt the kick you get from being shot at. Now I should look at my arm. I knowing exactly what to expect look at tje wound to see a hole all the way through my lower bicep. Due to this injury I may have to have my arm amputated. Luckily I know someone who worked as a surgeon before all diseases were cured, but in my situation even he might not be willing to help me. I guess I'll have to find out. I begin going to the one place that could be considered a safe haven for me until I escape across the wall to the post apociliptic land that is the dystopia.
