It was a minute ago that I was declared a fugitive. I punched a guard in the face, beat up two annoying cell mates. I ran outside the building to the nearest person, I had enough energy to pant “where is the nearest shops?” . The man’s reacted as if he was being threatened for tonnes of money. His hand was shaking as he pointed to a game store. I ran there and hid behind it. I could hear the words “spread out and find him!” I heard footsteps. Each step became closer. I closed my eyes and opened them. There was a man in front of me pointing a gun.