Colin knew where he had to go. The Police Station had guns, ammo, and could serve as shelter until the army arrived.
"I'd better get going, if the station hasn't already been overrun" Colin said with an air of worry.
He headed northeast, down Mason Street, as it was the quickest way to get there on foot. The college boy ran, gun at ready, prepared to face any bimbos along the way. "Past the bakery, west of the bank. Past the bakery, west of the bank." Colin repeated to himself, to keep together and to remember the station's location. After half an hour of running, he sat down exhausted. He spotted the Police Station. He was almost there. He could see an officer leaving his car.
"Oh thank god! I'm saved!" Colin yelled as he rushed towards the station.
His celebration was short lived, as the officer heard his approach from behind and mistaked it for a bimbo running at him, spinning around and firing off a headshot that killed the young man in his tracks. Blood pooled around his head as Colin gave a final dying breath.
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Game Over: It's never a good idea to run up to a police officer while his back's turned.