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I am in America visiting my sister. She has left her car parked in a bad neighborhood nearby and needs me to go get it for her. I go to where the car is parked. I see two cars already stripped and burned, and a gang is just finishing doing the same to hers.
I try to stay cool and act like it’s not mine, and get license plate numbers of the cars the gang is using (including the truck to carry away the stolen cars). But I am too nervous, and in any case they spot me. They push me against a fence, behind which is a vacant lot. There is a gate – they shove me and another guy inside and lock it. One of them pull out what looks like an air rifle – or possibly a real gun. The gunman pulls the trigger, something whistles past my head so I hit the deck.
They eventually leave, but I don’t know how far away they’re going, and now I’m trapped in this neighborhood. The lot isn’t completely fenced in, so I can get out easily enough, but I don’t want to run into the gang members again.
And then I woke up.
Street fighting man,
This is dF
I try to stay cool and act like it’s not mine, and get license plate numbers of the cars the gang is using (including the truck to carry away the stolen cars). But I am too nervous, and in any case they spot me. They push me against a fence, behind which is a vacant lot. There is a gate – they shove me and another guy inside and lock it. One of them pull out what looks like an air rifle – or possibly a real gun. The gunman pulls the trigger, something whistles past my head so I hit the deck.
They eventually leave, but I don’t know how far away they’re going, and now I’m trapped in this neighborhood. The lot isn’t completely fenced in, so I can get out easily enough, but I don’t want to run into the gang members again.
And then I woke up.
Street fighting man,
This is dF
