THUD! My body slams against the cold muddy ground. As I struggle to my feet, all hope is lost. I'm a dead man walking, there's no way of escaping this horrible predicament.
"And you still manage to get up? I'm impressed. And all of this can be over, just give it to me. That's all i want", A man walked up to me, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette.
"N-never! I'd rather die!", I managed to sputter out. It hurt to talk, but when it feels like a bulldozer just ran you over, a mouth pain is the least of your problems. The man slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, and what he held in it made my legs shake. A gun, a 9mm pistol, coded silver, with a white frame.
"Your a gambler, but your luck just ran out...." He pointed the gun at me, and squeezed the trigger. Darkness.
