I couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened... blood flooded the pavements and sirens blared in the background. What had I done..?

"Oi, you need to get out of here bro, the cops are on there way!" my best mate Hunter said, pushing me towards the back way out of the alley. Hunter was right, I had to go now. I glanced back at Hunter and I started to run, partly from the cops, and partly from the fear. I jumped the back gate of the alley, landing as quite as I could. I heard the sirens getting closer and closer. I picked up the pace and sprinted as fast as I could, I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care either.

I couldn't run anymore… I had to stop. The old abandoned train wreck seemed like a good place to hide, no one would be there, would they?

I climbed into the back carriage and did what anyone in my situation would do, I cried.

I looked down at my shaking bloodied hands. I, Jack Brannon had just killed a man…