[ WP ] You slip on a coat .

I slip on a coat as I rush out of the building. The owner probably needs it less than me. The streets are dark and cold, as I rush out, turning as many times as possible to try and lose them. It's no good though, they've almost caught me. I turn a corner and find myself at a dead end. I turn. There's just one of them. That's a surprise, I expected more; they must have split up to search for me. One is still dangerous though, but I can take him. He has a few options to attack me, makes the mistake of going for a stab with what appears to be a kitchen knife. I knock the outside of his hand, the he holds on to the knife. I twist my hand, grab his fingers and bash the back of his wrist. The knife drops. I twist to avoid the incoming punch, and slip on a coat. I drop, and he's on me. I wonder who lost the coat that killed me.
