No more than a minute has passed and he can already hear the sirens echo from outside. He remembers the back door to the Office and sprints there as fast as his stiffened legs would take him. He twists the knob, but to his dismay it is sealed tight. The Desk! He thrusts open the drawers with great speed, searching frantically for the key. No keys. It’s inevitable now. The pistol he just found will serve him well in defense against the cops, and not a moment too soon. The front doors to the store slam open so hard that the glass shatters. Dylan hears two sets of feet clapping against the floor at a hasty pace. He secures a clip and as the first man comes through the opening Dylan goes all-out, killing the man in a matter of seconds. Dylan is horrified by his actions, but wastes no time. He flips over the desk so that the top lies on its side and faces the door. The next cop doesn’t take any chances. He comes in and shoots several times, hitting Dylan in the shoulder. The pain is excruciating and Dylan drops the gun. The cop comes storming in but before he had a chance to do anything else, Dylan surprises him by picking up the gun with his other hand at an incredible speed. He pulls the trigger and the bullet sinks into the soft flesh of the officer’s left cheek, splattering the wall with a thick coat of red.

Dylan lies behind the desk screaming in agony. His shoulder oozing large quantities of viscous, crimson blood. He knows that he needs to staunch the flow before he blacks out or worse but he simply waits for the wound to take its toll. I always did like swimming, he thought as he feels it now against his back. His shoulder has soon pooled enough blood to encase him in a liquid coffin. Life is meaningless when you wake up at five in the morning every day to find yourself in the same hopeless situation as you were yesterday, its better this way. I no longer have to regret.