Lucy smiled as she tucked into the front pocket of her jeans the talisman that the clairvoyant had assured her would render powerless the malevolent forces that had thus far shaped her life. Absolved from blame she whistled as ignoring her aching wisdom teeth, she picked up her trusty pump action shotgun and with a renewed sense of optimism headed to the bank to discuss her cash flow problems with the manager.
Through the shattered window of the bank, the zombie fired off another round of bullets at the police. He knew there was no way they were taking him alive.
I robbed a bank.
It was my bank, but it was still a thrill.