Sirens blaring and cops yelling.

Nothing different from any other day of my life; the week wouldn't be complete without an attempted arrest or hunt.

It was left or right. Another life changing decision. I pivoted to the right and made a full run down the street. That would throw them off, the right was a potential dead end and everyone knew that. What they didn't know what that it wasn't a regular dead end. It was a chainlink fence, with a series of apartment fire escapes that stood roughly ten feet off the ground.

I sprinted down the full length of the street and calculated my approach. I jumped for the top bar of the fence, my palms ripping into the chain-link. From there I had a split second to jump over and vault myself from the fence to the ladder. The rust smeared itself into the cuts on my hands, followed by a stinging sensation as I pulled myself onto the platform. I sat for a moment, just long enough to catch my breath before taking off up the narrow metal stairs. I was already pulling the old gauze wraps out of my jean pockets and wrapping my hands. First the left one, then the right. It stung and it needed to be santized, but it would work for now.

I continued up the fire escape to the roof of the building. The black tarmac looked as though it would catch fire at any second. It was in that moment I realized just how hot I was. There was sweat rolling down my back. I used the skyline as a bearings. I was somewhere east of the river, too far from downtown to make an attempt at getting home. Who did I know in this area?

RATE THIS BRANCH!