Dilemma

A gunshot. That's all I heard. Then heavy, steady footsteps. I had an impression that he was looking for me. Of course I couldn't actually tell if that person was male of female from the place where I was hiding, but somehow I was convinced that he was a man. I pulled my knees coser to my chest and tried to breath quieter. Silence. Some footsteps. Silence. He was taking his time, almost enjoying it. I could feel the panick slowly rising in me. The feeling that I have to get up and run away was almost physical. It was hard to sit still. Finally, the footsteps moved away.
I believed that he couldn't have known that I was there. Nobody knew that. Anyway, I had to be careful not to leave my hiding place too soon as he might be watching. Suddenly, I heard the Police sirens approaching. If I stay here too long it will be damn hard to explain what I was doing here.