HOLY SHIT WHY AM I OUTSIDE.
Uhh OH MY GOD THEY HAVE GUNS.
I need to protect myself! Uh… how about this gun!
How do I work it?
Uh.
DAMMIT! Bullet proof vests!
“Friendly fire! He’s snapped! Pin him down!”
Oh no! They’re coming after me!
Uh I need to shoot them!
UGH I HATE SHOOTING!
Oh my God… I… I think I killed one! No!
They’re pulling their guns out now! Oh holy shit!
They… they got me…
I collapsed to the floor, and touched my bleeding wound.
Wait… no blood?
AHHH MY HEAD.
The last thing I remember is thinking of a woman and a small child.
I think it was my own.