Part 3: I Just Wanted to Eat My Cinnamon bun

Running down the alley, with a hailstorm of bullets chasing me, destroying everything around me. I turned the corner of the alleyway and ran around the dumpster and took a seat. I had to think fast those goons could have started to follow me. Looking in front of me, I saw a cat drinking from a bowl of milk. Hearing voices coming down the alleyway, quickly I got up and made a mad dash for the door. I must have frightened the cat because it made a noise and leaped away. Opening the door, I went inside and shut the door behind me. The shop was dark and quiet, which was strange for a bakery at this hour. The likely hood of me tripping an alarm was very low because the back door was open but I was only buying so much time, it was only a matter of time before they find me. Looking around the shop, I looked for a place to hide, so I can find a place to collect my thoughts and bid a little more time. Near the big table in the room, there was a closet. Walking in, I sat on the floor and caught my breath.

Sitting down next to a large bag of flour, I took a deep breath. Shit, how did this happen? All I wanted to do was have a nice night and relaxed in my new apartment. After searching all over the city, I finally found the divine pastry, but that plan went to hell.

Suddenly, I heard the back door open. The person walked in and turned on the light. It started to shine at the bottom of the door, revealing their shadow. Darn, I thought I would have had a lot more time; these guys were relentless. But everything would be fine if I just stayed quiet.

Then my phone chimed. In the middle of the chase I didn't silence my phone. I was completely fucked. Reaching into my pocket, it was Syd again. "Hey are you okay? Call me as soon as you can." she texted. I didn't have time to answer her, so I turned off my phone.

I could hear the footsteps move closer to the door. The person knew where I was at, and the possibility of me getting out of here with a friendly chat was very low. My only option was to fight. I looked around frantically for anything that could be a weapon. There was only a rolling pin; beggars can't be choosers, I guess. I grabbed the kitchen tool and readied myself for a fight.

I could see their shadow completely over took the door, the knob turned, and the door opened.