#311 It Starts With You!
I want to thank for getting this story started for me.
It tasted like lightning. And although I knew I must be dead I wasn’t ready to go. I wasn’t going out like this. It was just one bullet in the chest and blood instantly spewed from my mouth. I spat one time. The burn from the bullet created wisps of smoke as I walked towards the gunman.
I don’t think he was prepared for me to lunge at him. Who would be after just delivering a kill shot. But I found myself feeling surprisingly powerful, not to mention, really fucking pissed.
I grabbed his gun and turned it on him.
