dreamland

i was armed with a shotgun in an office building/ shopping centre. i had just killed a bunch of people and was taking a group of others hostage. i didn't know if all this was for the right reasons, but it seemed that i had to do it, there was no other choice.

"tonight is the last night we'll be alive," i told my friends (who were also accomplices) as i shook their hands. i knew there was no way out of this. either we die here in battle or we go to jail and die there.

"we should try to escape," i said, but as i thought through the possibilities, it was apparent that we didn't have a chance. i looked up at the security cameras and imagined 'Wanted' posters with my face plastered everywhere.

we weren't gonna survive through the night and it was a damn terrible feeling to know that in a few hours i'd be dead.