Wind pushed past my face
The bullet hit the wall
I ran and begged for my life
My feet hitting concrete ground

An reached from behind
Taking me by my shirt
I fell and hit by back
Cold metal pressed against my ear

"Where's the money?" He asks
I tell him I don't know
"Where's the money?" He screams
The gun presses harder, I lie

He growls and the cold goes away
He runs down, away from me
I watch him, he comes to the end
He dodges round the corner

Two days after, headlines blare
His face is on the front
He was found dead, shot
He wasn't smart enough to dodge