Decisions

You run to the garage, there are several keys with labels. You grab the one labeled home. The person grabs a hammer of the wall and swings it to your arm, your arm bends the wrong way and you drop the keys. You grab a screwdriver from the wall and run from the person. "Don't get near," you say but they still move forward, they have no fear in their expression. You lunge with the screwdriver at the stomach piercing through. They stop in their tracks, eyes wide, dropping the hammer in their hand. They fall onto their stomach piercing the screwdriver through the width of their stomach. You walk to the keys and then out the garage to the door. You open the door and walk out. The street ahead is bustling with cars and there are people on the sidewalk. A car lifts you off the ground, glass around you.