Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 231

open the vault for them, especially after the delivery of new cash to the bank this afternoon. I tried my best to
remain silent, but my heavy breathing attracted the attention of the men. I looked up to find two men dashing
towards me, one wielding a large knife, the other holding a metal pipe in his right hand, shouting out loud in
Chinese. I looked around to see many other men, many without shirts on, showing off their crazy tattoos. The
loud shouting caught the attention of many others. The bang of a loud gunshot filled the air. I began to run as
fast as I could. Soon, at least ten men were running towards me with vicious grins. Without thinking, I ran
straight towards the door. My legs were free but my arms still tightly bound together. I crashed through the door
and ran straight into the darkness, as fast as my legs could carry me. It was pitch black outside, as if a black velvet
blanket covered the entire city. The shouting behind me began to fade as I continued to run further into the
darkness. There was a loud screech and a sudden bright light. I fell to the ground…