'next time i will...'

It was night time when I was escaping from the grasp of a robber. I ran. Hurrying, my heart began to rush at a rapid pace. The bitter cold frost bit my fingers and my toes. As I dashed I realised my body came to a halt. I was at a dead end. The robber pulled out his gun and pointed it at my forehead. I was petrified. His index finger wrapped around the trigger. With one pull my life could end. Fortunately, cops pinned him to the ground. Unfortunately, he shot last minute as I sighed with relief. I was dead. Next time I will dodge the bullet.