I was at the apartments helping someone get a dresser into their apartment. And this guy with paralysis below the neck was there in a wheelchair. And they asked me to take him back to his place.
So I agreed and as we were going there, he got up and started skipping. I asked him, “Wait. How are you skipping?” He laughed and told me, “I’m only here to get more moola!” And so then I knew I had to run. I started to run for my house. He was yelling threats about killing me as he chased me.
I finally got to my house and went to bed. Then after a little while he found me and came in, sat next to my bed and told me not to move or he’d shoot me. So I laid there for a bit, but after waiting for a bit, I quickly got up. He pulled out his gun, so I grabbed at it, wrestled him for it. And finally got it out of his hands.
I pointed it at him and told him to stay back. Then he said, “That gun doesn’t work. It’s fake.” So I tried and it didn’t fire. But then I quickly realized that it wasn’t cocked so I cocked it, and then had to shoot him twice as he lunged for me.
Then I took him downstairs to show my parents what had happened. My mom tried caring for him, I called 911, but there wasn’t any hope. So then I went back to the apartments and told everybody about the guy and what had happened to him.