This is your home and everything you love and know is here. No man will change that. In a final act of desperation you decide that here is where you will make your stand. No more running. You chamber a few extra bullets, pick up a nice sword someone dropped, and when the army comes close enough you erupt from behind a car. You charge and in a frenzy you unload your gun into the crowd as they surround you. You then whip out the sword and you cut one last man before being run through and shot simultaneously. You collapse and sputter up some blood. At least you die knowing you were defending what you loved. Perhaps because of your sacrifice someone else can live.
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