Run

You run, grabbing at the dusty shelves for anything that can be used as a weapon. You find a vase as your big opponent rounds the corner and you grab it and throw it. Then you found something that feels like an iron bar so you throw that, then some sort of box. Each projectile bounces off the big man.

Finally you grab something else. Warmth flows up your arm. A feeling like strength, like power, but it is too much, too not you. The warmth becomes hotter, it starts burning and then becomes hotter still. The alien feeling becomes part of you and in doing you start to lose focus. You struggle to concentrate, struggle to remember who you are.

The last thing you hear are gun shots, then you blank out.