The Big 'un!
You run, not knowing where, just running. You immediatley come to your senses and run somewhere. Home.
You live on your own in a tiny flat on Samison Street. It has four rooms. A living room, a kitchen/dining room, a loo and a bedroom. It also has a cupboard but that doesn't really count.
You jam your key into the lock and burst through the doors. You stand there panting. Then you make yourself something to eat and go to bed.
You wake up. You can hear some noises. You don't know what they are. But they're strange, scratchings and mumblings.
Then your door's kicked down.
Four cops, two with revolvers and two with shotguns come charging through. One of them points his shotgun at you.
"FREEZE!" he yells.
Somehow, you think you're in deep shit. What are you going to do?
You live on your own in a tiny flat on Samison Street. It has four rooms. A living room, a kitchen/dining room, a loo and a bedroom. It also has a cupboard but that doesn't really count.
You jam your key into the lock and burst through the doors. You stand there panting. Then you make yourself something to eat and go to bed.
You wake up. You can hear some noises. You don't know what they are. But they're strange, scratchings and mumblings.
Then your door's kicked down.
Four cops, two with revolvers and two with shotguns come charging through. One of them points his shotgun at you.
"FREEZE!" he yells.
Somehow, you think you're in deep shit. What are you going to do?