Fiction or Non-fiction?

It was the dead of night. I knew the trail between the frontier and the city was dangerous. you don't pass too many travelers during that time of night, but that was my plan. To get out of there before anyone even knew I was there. Then I heard it. Right behind me. There is a split second where a man doesn't know what he should do, and the sinking feeling he gets in his stomach when he realizes what he needs to do. So I pulled over and took my first ticket like a man.