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I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way, disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason the police are looking for me, and I am like America's most wanted. So I run as fast as I can into the woods but it is too late. The cop already saw me and called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.