UnlovableShadow

Police officers' yells ringed in my ears as I ran away from the bank, thousands of dollars stashed inside my backpack. I had accidentally left a zipper open, and dollar bills flew out of the exposed hiding spot. I picked up what I could and kept running, my thin legs carrying me far away from the scene faster than I thought possible. Officers jumped into their cars to chase me down. I quickly slid into a sewer pipe, a place that I knew the officers wouldn't dare go in. In the shelter of the wet underground system of filth, I zipped up my backpack and walked nonchalantly down into the system. A sort of fortress, I climbed some scaffolding, s