The most voted was option A!

So I said, “HELP! SHE’S A PSYCHO EX WHO’S COME TO SABOTAGE ME!” I helplessly yelped.

Both women scoffed and left, leaving vile marks and cuts on my shin. Boy, those high heels can dig into more than the ground...
Blink.
I’m walking down the street, it’s pouring with rain and I reflect on the mass heap of embarrassment I was bombarded with tonight. While I battle the rain which swept into the path of my glasses, I tried to look up. Only to see a man. He was on the floor. Was he dead? Probably. Do I go across and help him? Probably. The man, who looked fairly old, was accompanied by a dog who was patiently sitting next to the man. Blood was scattered everywhere, and you could hear sharp screeches of pain from the man - in his darkest hour.

So, I did the right thing. I sprang into a rapid stride and left the scene. A passerby saw me walk off when the man was in desperate need of medical attention. They tried to shout to get me back and assist. I tried my best to not look back as I guiltily advanced.
Blink.
This time, the passerby was on the floor, choking on his words as he crawled around looking for help, he was also choking on his blood too. All types of things were spewing from a wound directly in his neck. I heard someone running towards me, they had a knife. We looked eye to eye, I knew what they had just done. They knew what I had just done. It all could’ve ended for me, when I stopped and gazed at the old man. His murderer could’ve been lurking in the shadows, keeping his identity safe by killing any witnesses. But now, it’s certainly over. Instead of standing over the old man, the murderer was within touching distance of me. He gripped his sharp butcher’s knife. I grinned, clenching my knuckles. He had no idea what was coming his way....

A) I scream for help as I sprint away to a busy area with people who can help.
I attempt to talk to him, to ease the murderer down and volunteer to assist in keeping him safe from the Police.
C) I backflip into the man, simultaneously kicking the blade out of his hands and the front teeth out of his mouth.
D) I run back to my flat.

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- Jake01

C. Don’t be a WIMP.

C. Don’t be a WIMP.

C amirite boys

c for sure. ALWAYS be a hero.