I should have just let that guy rob me.

Judging by the sound of the frantically approaching footsteps, I was surrounded. And, here, in the middle of a sunny road, I really had no chance of defending myself. That meant I had a maximum of two choices: die or surrender. 

If they didn't outright kill me, what would they do? Enslave me? The thought was intolerable. But I didn't want to die, not yet, not before I had even experienced a life of true, complete freedom. I had to take my chances. Occasionally, Gifted were rescued from DMA captivity, weren't they?

So, on the verge of tears, I pulled myself to my feet, weakened by the sun's oppression, and opened the door of the car. Officers were everywhere, and a scary looking woman was pointing her gun right at me. A Warden?

The gun was still in my pocket... the thought of grabbing for it in an attempt to kill the woman was incredibly tempting. But I wasn't stupid enough to try that out in the sun. So instead, I just held up my hands as if this were a movie, feeling foolish and pathetic. The bluffs I had been considering up until this point seemed childish in light of the sheer numbers of my foes. 

I felt weak, even more so than was usual in the sun. I leaned against the car for support, waiting to see whether I would be allowed to keep living.