Part 5 a new beginning:

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*only five days after the snatch and grab* 
The rain was heavy and the wind was rough. The fog loomed like an ominous tower forcing unwanted souls to their end. My feet pattered against the cold wet ground pushing as hard as possible. The world blurred blurred together yet. In the side of my vision I saw a dead body. Stopping to take a look I pulled over his head to see his face covered in blood and still in his grey jail suit.  Once I noticed the bullet threw his brain I put it between my teeth and looked looked up. I knew some crazy shit has been going on out side the wall. Time slowed down as I looked for the shooter. The rain fell at a slower paced and the gun man's finger moved so slow I could keep moving. Hearing dog barks in the back ground I ran faster knowing that a life wrongfully accused would be bad. I slowed down for a second, running out of breath, I was tackled and taxes. The whole world consumed into a stagnant black glims. The nexus slowly consumed.

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