Bang! Bang! The sounds of gunshots ring out through the night. I think someone sold me out. Who could've sold me out? I shake my head, that is not something I need to think about since I'll be most likely dead soon. I had been making guns for a revolution illegally. Grabbing the weapons off my nightstand, I pick up the pistol that I always put beside me and a grenade. Quietly sneaking out of the room, I realize it was too late. The police are surrounding my home and the only way out was death.

"Come out here with your hands up and we won't hurt you!"

I scoff, I know that the penalty is death, but I'll just have to take as many as I can.

"We will shoot!"

I take the stairs down to the first floor of my mansion.

Checking the safety, I crouch so I was closer to the ground. The ring of bullets sound out again. I should've been more prepared and the only weapons I have are a pistol and a grenade. The door suddenly gets kicked down. I shoot the first person that comes in right in the head. I dodge around the corner as guns went off.

I turn back around the corner and shoot eight more times taking three more people with me, my ammo is almost out. They shoot my gun and I could tell that it was no longer functional. I am not going to give them the satisfaction of killing me so I think of a plan.

I pull the grenade's pin out. I take a deep breath, I wonder what is waiting for me next. I release the handle of the grenade. I run right towards the police officers and I am hit a few times. Pushing through the unbearable pain, I dive into them. The sound of ringing washes over me, and then nothing.