[ WP ] You 're surrounded by fire in a building , you 've just fired your gun . What happened ?

Christopher was hurt, badly. He had tried his best, but it was n't good enough. 
 
 `` Come out, Officer. We can talk about it.'' Somehow, Chris did n't believe the man on the megaphone. He thought to himself about what exactly they would parlay about if he came outside. Perhaps they wanted to talk about the corrupt officers he had shot. Perhaps they wanted to have a nice chat about the weather. Chris knew what was coming next. The Waco treatment... 
 
 `` Sons of bitches.. You're all corrupt bastards. You kill a dozen minorities a day and call it a pick-a-nick. You beat down the homeless and send them to the hospitals..'' He said to no one in particular. He was shot up in half a dozen places.. The once nice cabin he took shelter in was covered in blood. He could barely hold up his pistol, let alone his high caliber weaponry. 
 
 `` Burn it down! Burn this motherfucker down!'' Some thug cop shouted into his radio. Chris heard it, but he knew that even without such Waco Siege tactics, he was on his last legs. 
 
 `` Some fuckin' escape.. Some goddamned --'' He paused, coughed a spray of crimson.. `` Some goddamned revolution..'' He raised a pistol to his head as he smelled the flames... `` I'm sorry. I failed us. I failed my family..'' As the flames licked the inside of the cabin, he pulled the trigger. 
 
 It was time to say goodnight.
