The Static Start

i saw it, the death of them, the ones i cared about, sort of. bullets flying, people screaming, and me running. i knew they were involved in some shady business but i didn't know how shady. but i ran, not thinking, not stopping, just running. when i stopped i was alone in the city center. the crowds walking by like i didn't exist. how, how could they do that? walk away like they had no idea, like the massacre didn't happen. then i heard a sound wich made me jump to the ground, the payphone next to me ringing. as i was cowering on the ground with my hands over my head one of the faceless masses answered the phone.