My eyes itched so I scratched them. I gouged at them and still the itch prevailed. I gagged and coughed furiously. Every secretion burned intensely. I attempted to view the landscape between blinking and scratching, but a deep haze of CS gas dispelled the horizon. Silhouettes of the pursuing mob encircled every direction; I was trapped.

I pulled my 9mm from its holster and shot blindly at the mob. On all accounts I believe I missed. With no other solution I shoved it upwards into my mouth, and pulled the trigger. Nothing; out of ammunition. I’m giving up, and itchy.

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