What Brad's story could be, I may not be writing loads because of GCSEs but I will try

Dead Man Walking

Brad woke up slowly to the sound of a continuous beeping noise beside him. He opened his eyes and saw the white tiles on the wall and the equipment next to him, he groaned he was in the damn hospital wearing the stupid dress thing they gave to patients. The last thing he remembered was walking with Mike and T and then falling to the floor unable to stop himself. He pulled his shirt outwards to see the damage. Brad had been hit with a sniper round in the chest, quite close to his heart, he was lucky to be alive. That was a bad damn score.

The job that he took was in snowy Ludendorff him, Mike and Trevor had taken a store coming out with decent profit, and it was all going well until cops turned up. They improvised fighting their way out killing quite a few North Yankton State troopers in their Grangers and Esperantos. Eventually they made it to the car where the driver was waiting and Brad had breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you see the way I put that bitch up against the glass" He remembered saying awfully proud

"Yeah, you're a real stallion" Michael replied

Trevor stopped their conversation with a loud intelligible sound coming from his mouth.

Brad was always more friendly with Trevor they shared the same love of destruction and violence whereas Michael was different he didn't have that streak in him. Trevor always said back in the old days Michael was fearless but now he had two kids and a stripper wife he weren't a beast anymore just a normal robber.

Brad then remembered the next stage of the job, they were continuing their escape in the Granger XL until a police trooper shot the driver, luckily it was not one of them just a hired thug. Mikey, grabbed the wheel and then yanked smashing the cop car sending it flying into a tree. After he did that, they celebrated thinking they had got clean away but they hadn't a roadblock came up and Michael was forced to jerk right instead of going through central Ludendorff.

"Beat the train, Mike" Trevor goaded

Brad watched as Michael accelerated before quickly upshifting into 4th gear, the train grew closer but they were close to beating. Brad willed the car to travel faster as the front of the car skidded on the icy road. Michael pulled it straight and continued to accelerate reaching the track.

The next few seconds seemed to very long, Brad watched as the car passed over the track and then unable to do anything he felt a massive shock to his body. The car's rear end had been caught by the train and there was nothing he could do, it fishtailed as Michael wrestled for control of the SUV. The car crashed into a tall tree, Brad was dazed by the thud he had just suffered, and he felt like he had a slight concussion. He could hear Trevor and Michael arguing but the pitch of their voice sounded weird and just like noise to Brad not words as he dragged his lumbering frame out of the car.

He followed Mike and T to the chopper that was supposedly waiting for them. He personally didn't think there would be a chopper but he had to hope as he had no other escape plan. The three men reached the small town where the chopper was apparently waiting. He did not reach the copper. The last thing he remembered feeling was a damp thud in his chest before crashing to the ground.

That was his last memory so what happened afterwards he had no idea, all he knew was that he was in a hospital bed somewhere inside Ludendorff Medical Centre. He tried to climbed out of bed and found he was restrained by steel handcuffs. Brad rattled the handcuffs furiously hoping they would magically fall off until a stocky looking man entered his room.

"Brad Snider" He bellowed with mock cheeriness evident in his voice "Welcome back buddy"

"You ain't no buddy of mine, cop" Brad said hoarsely while pointing towards the badge

"But of course we are Brad, you and your friend Detective Carver" The detective said with the same tone in his voice "Now tell me buddy, where our friend Trevor is?"

"Why the fuck would I tell you where Trevor is you damn pig. Unlike you lying bastards I don't glove up my friends." Brad replied

Suddenly Carver was angry and walked closer to Brad with cuff keys dangling from his jeans. "Now, you listen to me Snider, tell me where Trevor is or I will have you tossed in Alderney State Correctional for the rest of your goddamn miserable life" Detective Carver said with the façade dropped and sharp anger in his voice

"Why, so you can prove that you're as good as the FIB chasing us."

"No, so I can put you and your dumb Canadian buddy in jail for life" Carver said inching closer to Brad and his hospital bed.

"If Trevor heard you say that he would rip your head off" Brad said smirking

"What is so funny Snider, laughing through the pain" the Detective replied readying a shot at Brad's bullet wound

Brad lunged forward with the cuffs now off his hands after he had unlocked them. He wrapped the steel handcuffs around the cop's neck and leant back choking him to death. Brad held the position for another minute until Carver's body went limp and he stopped breathing. Brad had managed to get the cuffs off by sneaking the keys off the cop and then carefully undoing his handcuffs.

He had escaped this cop but what was he going to do?