You are a Cockroach

Your antennae start to quiver, and you feel a presence near you. Quickly, you scurry around, accidentally bumping into the squashed remains of the bug you had only moments before stomped out. If cockroaches could puke, you'd be winning the gold medal.

Letting your feelers guide you, you move cautiously around the corner, and see a man in a trenchcoat and had pointing a gun at a shadowy figure.