As I lay there, I can't help but think about how my two daughters are going to survive knowing I will be dead. I will just have to put the death to a delay. With all my might I reached for my pocket. Darn! My other pants are at the police station! Those pants had my cell phone in them! How will I ever suvive?
The life was trinkling away from me fast. My vision started to blurr. I knew I wouldn't last any longer. I fought back and tried to keep my eyes open. I slowly closed my eyes.
When I had awakened, I was in the ER. I was suprised I was alive. How could this be? How could anyone find me? So many questions were in my head. How will I get the answers. Just then, my cameraman walked in.
"Hey." He greeted me.
"Hey yourself." I answered, "Now that I think about it, how did you find me?"
He hesitated before he answered, "Remember when they implanted us with chips that told where we were going and where we were so the news agency could track us?"
"Wait! What does that-" I stopped. of course! Now I get it they must have found out where I was by tracking my chip!
Seeing that I had gotten it, he left the room and returned with my two childeren. They had a whole buch of questionsfor me. I answered every single one of them. All of us were happy that I survived. One thing I'm wondering is, 'Do we have to go back to jail?'