We both stopped where we stood, and Garth walked up and hooked the chain lock to the door.

 "Garth, we need to go right now!" 

He gave me a weird look. "What's going on-" BANG! The man outside of our apartment door slammed the door open, and now the only thing standing between us and the stranger was a 3-inch chain lock. I opened the the window and put a chair beneath it (the apartment is in the basement and so the window is nearly level with the ceiling), squeezing my fat body through its narrow space. 

"Garth, push me through!" 

But I was too fat, and no matter how hard he pushed, I didn't move an inch. As I dropped my head on the dewy grass, I heard a loud bang. "Garth?!" No response. Another bang, and something warm splashed against my exposed legs. Blood. "Aah!!!" I heard the sound of the gun being reloaded and knew that it would be my turn to die next, unless I could escape. Now high on adrenaline, I forced myself the rest of the way through the window, army crawling away from the window as quickly as possible.

Another bang, and I felt a gust of wind just inches from my face, causing me to hunker down even closer to the ground.