I was walking down a street when there was a gang shooting. They also shot dead all the witnesses and and the police that showed up. I was hiding under a car for what seemed like days. I knew that the gang would know that I saw what happened and kill me if they found me. Meanwhile, no more police came, and people were just walking past all the bodies thinking they were sleeping. I got out from under the car and quickly went inside a door that was close by that was supposed to be a shop. Two young women also entered after me. We had a short conversation, which I can't remember, and then they went downstairs to where the shop was supposed to be, and I followed. At the bottom of the stairs there was a corridor with an open doorway on the left and the two girls went in there. From the sound they made, something was wrong. It was a trap. I ran outside, chased by a man with a gun, dodging left and right, like a video game, to make myself harder to shoot. Across a bridge I found a police station and safety. The time then jumped forward a few years and I was there at the police station with other survivors on the anniversary of the incident. As we were leaving we saw that a book had been removed from a memorial to the victims and discarded on the other side of the road to mock us. Was the gang still active? The end.