in Georgia
The two cops handcuffed me from behind and led me to their car.
"You stay in here, we'll be back soon." The cop threw me in there and locked it.
There were bars seperating the front and back seat.
"I'm getting out of here one way or another." I stood up and slammed my shoulder into the window. It didn't budge. So I dedcided to run at it as much as I could. As I slammed my shoulder into the window there was a cracking sound. So I tried it again.
The window shattered and I slowly climbed out. The siren on the car went off. I guess it took the police a minute to find out I was escaping because of all the noise from the fire.
So as soon as I got out, I took off running, not stopping until I was lost.
I ended up in a rainstorm and then I started to walk. I had barely escaped the cops.
I was walking in kind of a mud farm.
My wrists ached like crazy from being locked up so tight.
"How am I going to get these things off? I asked myself. I started to weep. My family, dead. I just wish I could wake up and it be just a dream.
Suddenly, I felt a cold hand grasp my shoulder.
I turned and saw a dark figure emerge from the shadows.
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