Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am at my house, in my front yard, and it is mid-day. I am, in some way,
disfigured ( like a zombie or something ), and the only one who sees me
for the normal person that I am is my best friend. We are down on my
driveway talking when a police car goes by. We know that for some reason
the police are looking for me, and I'm like America's most wanted. So I run
as fast as I can into the woods but it's too late. The cop already saw me and
called in for backup. Seconds later, a cop comes with a backhoe and starts
trying to kill me with the arm. I manage to grab on to it hang on. I forget what
happened next but somehow the cop realized that I never actually did
anything and decides to help me. It gets a little fuzzy after that.