It's funny really, that the only thing I remember from the day I died was a feeling. My life did not flash before my eyes, there was no white light and in my final seconds I did not think of my loved ones.
There was only an icy numbness that spread through me, spiralling out from my then frozen heart. Cooling the heat of my blood which roared in my ears; making me tired, so, so tired.
I was not afraid.
I didn't know I would die that way, lord knows I certainly hoped I wouldn't.
Living, dying. In that moment it was all decided with the pull of a trigger.
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Six Shots To Dead
Short StoryI am no one, my life of solitude and quiet survival was obliterated the moment I walked into that room, and was invited to play a game. In that moment living; Dying... For me it was all decided by the pull of a trigger.
