Gray Street-Personal Narrative

I arrived and staged on Roberts Road near the building 15 which contained room 251 and waited for Sgt. Alexander’s arrival. I informed Sgt. Alexander of my location and then advised him I saw 2 white male subjects carrying a large box that looked to be a TV box. As I turned the headlights on, I crossed Roberts Road and was able to see that one of the white male subjects was Mr. Burnette, who I knew had active warrants for his arrest.

Firefighters and police get exposed to scarring traumatic experiences and dangerous situations such as facing the possibility of failure in saving everyone in a fire, the distress of stumbling across a corpse, or the horrors of killing someone, intended or not. This brings up the misconception surrounding the shoot-to-kill policy. To start, officers are actually trained to shoot-to-stop or to end the immediate threat. In the United States, deadly force is only granted under the impression they are in danger of significant bodily harm or threat. A common question civilians bring up to condemn this policy is, “why didn’t they shoot to disarm instead?” The reason why is because the concept of shooting to wound is problematic. One reason

You don’t know what happened before you arrived, but you see a sergeant use a Taser on the suspect, and you see two or three officers step in and take turns hitting the suspect with their nightsticks about the head and shoulders. This goes on for several minutes as you stand in the back of the circle.

On April 7, 2001 Timothy Thomas was walking down a dark alley in Cincinnati without a weapon; Officer Stephen Roach had his hand on the trigger the whole time, looking for a target, looking to shoot. It took one

Next, recognize. If you hear something out of the ordinary, pay attention. Huffman says gunshots don't always sound like they do on TV. Once you recognize what's going on, Huffman says you're next move is to run and escape. "The best thing to do is not be there when it occurs. If you can get out of the building, get out of the building. Any fight you get in you can lose," says Huffman.

In 2054, the city of Washington has managed to eradicate crime. With visions of the future provided by three exceptional individuals endowed precognition (called Pre- Cogs) Precrime officers can arrest the criminals just before they committed their crimes. But one day, the Head of Unit John Anderton receives a vision about the Pre- Cogs: in less than 36 hours, he will have murdered a man he does not know yet and for some reason he ignores. Shocked, he then flees, pursued by his own teammates whose mission is to stop according to the system

He pointed his shotgun at me and yelled "Get back, I am not afraid to shoot you" I had decided that I had better explain myself "I told you,I am not here to attack you !!" He said "I don't believe you, I know your type, your from the mother ship up in the sky."I tried to explain myself, but he began to shoot at me twice, when I got too close to the settlement. He then proceeded to speak, once more once he had calmed down "I know your type, you think you can just do whatever you want, because you say your the law " I was about to leave, but then I remembered that the call tracer said Octavia was in the settlement. I knew I did not have time to delay, so I ask him what I need to do to get entrance, because I need to get into the city. After thinking, for a couple of moments, he said. "If you can bring back that murderer, Mark West here for trial, then you have proved your intention is only to uphold the law. If this is the case, then you may gain entrance, in to our town. Mark West is located in a hideout, five miles northwest from here." I had decided that, this was the best and only option. So I turned around and ran at full speed, I had likely topped fifty miles per hours, with the enhancements of the Survival

I hear voices of cries and screams of terror. I’m raging out of control, not listening to any authority figure. In my head I hear strange voices saying, “You must get him Chris, you must get him!” As I hear these voices I’m running for dear life, propelling any innocent civilian that dares to come in my pathway. Anger inscribed all over my face as it glows red like a traffic light. As I’m running, I get blindsided by this big heavy man. I am now detained. All the hope of catching my prey is now out the window, you’ve lost now. I lay there, blocking out all sound waves that wish to peregrinate through my ears. As I do this, the voices come back saying, “You must get him Chris… you MUST get him!” I then snap back into reality and somehow someway got released from the suffocating weight of the heavy man. I get up and run full speed towards my target as I spot him through the dense crowd. He’s fleeing the scene, and by now he’s out of arms reach. I stop myself in transition, “You got away this time.” I say to myself. I’ll get you sooner or later…

I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I opened the door and went inside of the apartment. While clearing the apartment I saw a male laying down in the floor of the room. There was blood on the bed, floor, and wall near the male. I cleared the rest of the apartment and called Lt. Roof #1525 and advised him of the situation.

I heard knock at my office door. Now this is when I get annoyed, no one is supposed to bother me when I was in my office. Unless it was a matter of importance or the training of the new recruits or fleshies as we call them. ''Come on in '' I said. Parker Luciani walked into my office. He was Caucasian, British-Italian with shoulder length black hair. He has chocolate-brown eyes and was dressed in a black-blue shirt under a green BSAA jacket and blue jeans with sneakers. He had a smirk on his face and two coffees in his

I take off my hazmat suit and walk the gravel road leading to my house. I crawl under a fallen tree into a ditch. It is the 10 o’clock gathering shift. If they find me i’ll be sent to the ongoing war with South America. I hear footsteps growing load so I stay still. until they stop right above me. “Spread out! We’re low on recruits,” One says. He might be the sergeant. Three sets of footsteps hed in different directions. I crawl out slowly until hands grab my legs and pull me out. “I got one!” The man screams. I take a jar from my pocket and throw it at my leg. My pants glow yellow. The man's hands have separated from his body. He falls back. Frantically he calls for

I am going to play out a movie scenario for you. A man goes on a murderous rampage that spans over many different days, killing a total of 35 people using many different methods; Breaking their necks, shooting them, stabbing, as well as electrocution. He is not a police officer/military/or any other type of government employee, and actually the police are chasing him trying to catch him this entire time. This movie sounds like a murder mystery/thriller of ‘can the cops find

A black man within military training skills stalks law enforcement officers and ignored the people around him as he shot anyone wearing a badge or showing representation that they were a cop. Louisiana State Police Colonel Mike Edmond said, “These officers were intentionally targeted and assassinated. It was a calculated act.” Three of the officers that were killed was 32-year-old Montrell Jackson, 41-year-old Matthew Gerald, and 45-year-old Brad Garafola. Long carried two rifles and a pistol as he parked his car parked at a gas station and store nearby. Before Long can get any nearer to the police, a SWAT unit took down the gunman with a different tactic in which Dabadie called it, “a helluva shot.” Dabadie pointed at the map saying, “After

“What are you following me for?” “You shot me. You shot me!” “Please don’t let me die” “Officer, why do you have your guns out?” “I can’t breathe.” “I don’t have a gun. Stop Shooting.”(The Last Words). These were some of the last words from victims of police brutality against African Americans. Police brutality has been occurring ever since the police force began, but recently, the police have been targeting African Americans. In 2016, more than 250 African Americans were killed by the police. Most of the victims were unarmed and have not committed a serious offense. These frightening statistics do not have to continue. If the average American recognized the severity of the issue and raised their voice, this inequity

My stomach dropped as I noticed the white man out of the blue run up to the Negro man with a steel pipe in his right hand and hit him viciously at least a dozen times, he used all the might that his body had to beat the other man. I had never seen a human use such an abundantment of fury filled force against another like that before and worst of all it was completely un-provoked. The man tried to shield his face from the weapon by placing his arms in front of him but it was no use. Randy and I were in the utmost state of shock, but I decide even being so far away to run down the street I screamed out to the attacker, but he didn't notice until I was only a few feet away from him; Randy had also followed me when I decided to run, but had strayed a fair distance behind me the man looked up and immediately took off out of fright. I knelt down beside the man. His almost lifeless body lay helpless