"...Shit," he whispered wearily.
Moans and screams echoed behind him, and sirens could already be heard in the distance.
He spotted Super Marty a little over a hundred meters away and immediately gave chase.
Breathing caused excruciating pain, but that was secondary.
The open fracture in his left arm—that was what was truly terrible.
With every step, he felt his consciousness begin to fade, replaced by darkness.
'…It's not over yet.' With that thought, he tried to take a deep breath and broke into a run.
Along the way, he had to pass by onlookers gathering to see what had happened.
"He's a criminal! Stop him!" he shouted, pointing ahead.
People began to look back at the limping figure.
"…!" Marty noticed this with horror on his face and decided on a desperate move.
He stepped off the sidewalk onto the road, intending to cross to the other side.
"Stop right there!" shouted Mr. Nobody.
Following him, he also stepped onto the road, but…
