My legs seared with pain, throat parched with thirst, chest aching due to heavy breathing. Yet I kept running, faster and faster. Torn clothes, bleeding cuts on my arms and legs, still I dared not stop. How could I when the entire police force of the city was hell bent on shooting me down?
Crouching, rolling, sliding, crawling I had somehow managed to dodge the bullets and the policemen on their sturdy cars till now.
Just as I thought that I had shaken off my pursuers, a police van materialised out of the road bend and made straight for me. A shower of bullets followed, as I ducked behind a trash can. Another barrage of gunshots rained upon the trash can and one bullet pierced straight into my left shoulder.
I let out a scream of agony, but realising that staying at that spot for a moment longer would mean death, I made a dash for my life towards a narrow lane hoping it would be too narrow for the van. Glancing behind I saw the trash can blown to pieces by another barrage. “Ooh! Lucky escape!”.
The lane was indeed narrow for the police to pursue in a car. But it was just a matter of time before they came for me on foot. I frantically searched for a hiding spot, and fortunately saw the window of a closed godown ajar.
I let myself in through it and closed it behind me. It was a very small room with a large assortment of wall paints, and their smell filled the room. I sat myself down at the corner, letting out a deep groan.
Bloodied, exhausted, famished and baffled, I tried to make some sense of what was happening to me. I had come to this city with the purpose of spending a quiet week away from my hectic corporate life, but now it seemed that in all probability I would breathe my last here.
It all started with the two officers on the pavement. I was walking down from the station to the town to try and find a suitable inn, when one of them bellowed from the other side of the road ordering me to stop. Being a law abiding citizen, I had done nothing to fear the police so I did as I was told.
As soon as I turned towards them, one muttered something to the other and both of them cocked and raised their pistols towards me. I was numbed for a moment… It was sheer luck on my part that just at the moment they fired, a truck came between us and both the bullets were intercepted.
I heard them swearing angrily, seeing my chance I ran for all I was worth, but not before they caught sight of me and were hot on my heels. Then in no time, I realised that the whole police force of the city was after me and desperate to gun me down.
Now tormented, I rested my chin upon my chest and sighed in frustration as no logical explanation struck me for all these occurrences...
To be continued...