Personal Narrative: Mowow

I give off a small smile at the various memories of not how I met my friends, but how much fun I’ve had after I met Mowow. I’ve had it pretty good up until now. I can only hope that everyone else is safe.
As I slowly raise my hands, ready to surrender but, before the police can approach me, a loud series of bangs ring throughout the forest. Many policemen look up, trying to figure out what’s going on. I take this chance to decapitate at least ten officers around me. When I finally look up, I see at least half of the officers on the floor, dead. The other half look around in fear. When a few raise their guns at me to shoot again, an explosive goes off.
Now there are only twelve officers left, including the few in the helicopter above me.
“How