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Under normal conditions I don't know if I would have gotten out of that situation, but my aggression had increased and had not been able to explode due to a machine gun pointed at me and a closed and barred room. But at that moment there was an unattended weapon, left within my reach by some fool. And my new nature took advantage of it. I grabbed the machine gun and fired wildly. The first to fall was the jailer, who was close to me, then I saw the dog's body thrown backwards, followed by that of his deputy. I searched the jailer's pockets and took the keys to the minibus, then ran away.





Perhaps the noise would not have attracted the others, who knew about the executions. Or maybe yes. Outside the tent the minibus seemed to be waiting for me. I got in, started the Special Data car and ran away. After a few minutes I heard the first shots. From the rearview mirror I saw three off-road vehicles chasing me. The bullets hit, but did no damage. The Gang had armored all its vehicles. I accelerated. I had to go back to my refuge. I had to get my laptop, which I always hid when I went to sleep. It took me almost an hour to arrive, outpacing my pursuers. My refuge was no longer there. They had set it on fire. My house, which I had lived in for so many days, was reduced to ashes.







I didn't linger more than a few seconds, that wasn't the best moment for sentimentality. In the middle of a pile of rusty scrap metal piled up about twenty meters away I had hidden an old, ruined trunk. Inside was a metal box that I had padded and lined, in which I always stored my laptop, whenever I used it. I took it and got back into the minibus. I didn't turn towards the remains of my refuge, there was no time. On the road, after a couple of kilometres, I saw the three off-road vehicles coming towards me. Someone started shooting, but luckily none of the shots reached the windshield. I accelerated and got into the middle of the road, aiming for the three vehicles.