He ran quickly through the black filthy alleys. The cold
raindrops falling down on him, watering him and his open
wounds, his legs faint and painful couldn't carry him any
longer. But he couldn't stop- not for one moment. They were
after him and if they would capture him now after he had
managed to escape- it will be the end of him. The sounds of
vicious guard dogs tracing him down echoed through the air
overcoming the sound of the falling raindrops. He knew that
there was actually no point in trying to run he was trapped
with no way of being rescued, this old construction yard is
far too large, too far from any near human settlement and
covered with guards- patrolling the area, sensors and
cameras spread upon the area. Even now they're probably
watching him and thinking of the most painful and
humiliating way for him to die. He was important for their
work and research but he had abused their patience to the
very last drop, far over for them to let him get away with
it. Killing him will only set them back by a day or two,
there are always more people just like him who would do the
job- he is totally expendable.
"What do they want from me? Why am I here?" he couldn't even
remember, the shock from the cold and the loss of blood
started showing its clear effects. Only then he discovered a
gunshot wound in his right shoulder. Panic filled him but
his legs couldn't carry him any longer, he fell to his knees
and tried to get himself together. Too late though, they
found him... At least a dozen laser dots danced on what was
left of his jacket. He knew that he was now doomed and as
the bullets pierced through his skin, tearing and ripping
vital organs apart all he could think of (when he could
still think) was the great relief and serenity to come. He
then plunged; head first, into a little puddle of mud...