It’s a dead end enclosed between 2 buildings. The only thing blocking my way to freedom is a damn high iron fence. I rush at it and yank at the bars. It doesn’t budge. Damn. I can make out the silhouettes of the soldiers at the end of the alley as they relentlessly hunt for me. As the shadows gets larger and the footsteps gets louder, my heart beats faster. Would I feel the thud of the bullet, or hear the crack of the weapon?  I know that this is it. This is the end…