Some men stop me while I am jogging. After pursuing me in a truck. And ordering me to stop. They are not the police. One brandishes a shotgun at me. He is not the police. I am in fear for my life. My best chance of survival looks to be disarming the apparently deranged and hostile man who is pointing the gun at me. There is no quick way to get beyond the range of a shotgun, no matter how fit a runner I am.
Understanding the victim PoV is not rocket science, Kid.