'Till Death Do Us Part

You club him on the head with the butt of the gun as hard as you can. His unconscious body flops to the floor like a fish. You put the knife in his hands and soak him in blood. You're not proud of what you're doing, but what other option do you have? You run through the hall looking back one more time at the disaster you have created. You sprint down the stairs. You find an abandoned warehouse were you develop a fake life. Little did you know that once the police looked at the body camera on the officer you framed, they knew you had done it. It took months for them to find you. You had jumped from house to house looking for a friendly face and a meal for your empty stomach, but they found you. You spent the rest of your lonely life in jail.