I was searching for cloth but I am not embarrassed about walking naked. Weird. I came to a place where I could start seeing people. Everyone started moving away from me. Screaming. then only I noticed a store having fruits. I must eat th-

Before I could move, I was knocked out by someone.

I woke up, I was wrapped in a cloth. Someone is talking. Where am I? My hands are cuffed. Where is IT? Huh, the painting is at the front. It looks like I am in a police car.

The door is locked. "Hey, he woke up." The cop told the one driving.

"Hey, what up," The cop asked. Did they know I was murdered?

"Jim, hey, we gotta another."

"Ugh, tell me."

"It is about- THERE IS MURDER! in where just we went off."

"WHat? Is it confirmed?" He immediately turned the car.

"I don't know." The cop looked at me, "Ya know about it?"

"No" With my weak body, they won't think it's me.

"It better be True!" he looked at the streets and pointed to this alley. It is the same alley. The cops started to their guns. One looked at my cuff chained to the car and went out. They both went out for investigation. For now, they think of me as a homeless person.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Will they put me in prison? I can't be stuck in one place again. I have to get out.

Bang. Gunfire sound

"Some one is there! COVER UP!" I took the painting and hid myself behind the car door.

"Call for Help!" One cop hid behind the car. I can't be here for long.

I hope someone just shoots my chain through the window or the cops should die. The shooters are hiding in each building

After a few fires they both stopped. Neither they nor the cops moved.

Police siren. There is a backup for the cops, they blocked the other way exit for the shooters. I can't escape, I did kill a man but...

Boom!

I could not hear anything. That must be a bomb. This is too much for me, The gun fires again. "AH!"

One of the shooters came out with his guns pointing at me. Maybe this is what I deserve. I look at the painting it is dusted.

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System

(Survival mode)

Adrenaline blast activated.

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Quest:

Escape from the Thugs and Police.

Rewards:

Exp:500, 250 currency

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I suddenly see everything. I have the strength to escape. Due to the bomb blast, the hanger must be weak.

The Thug has his gun in a weaker grip. I took his gun pointed upwards made sure his fingers didn't press the trigger. I pushed it.

His gun slipped. I held the gun and shot at the right side of his neck.

Another came into the driving seat before he could turn I shot him from his window side.

Suddenly that blankness came through. This is all I could do.

I laid down. I cannot breathe. Need air. This is what he felt. I was gasping for air. The smoke cleared but it didn't help.

"WHo shot them?"

"You- He is breathing, lets get him up-"