Rob could feel the life being forced out of him. He tried to breath, but each breath hurt more than the last. He could still feel the blood, now gushing out of the wound, and he knew that this wasn't a normal gunshot wound. That bullet had hit something and he was bleeding out.
I'm going to die.
Surprisingly the thought didn't scare him. It was the thought that he would be murdered that did it. He squirmed trying to pry the girl's cold arm from under his chin, but it didn't work. As he squirmed, he felt something cold against his back.
His issued weapon at the start of the game, unfortunately he was down to one bullet. He had lost the spare clip for it in the chaos of running to the woods, and when he had gone to reload it at the jungle gym, the first shot Mari fired startled him and he dropped the rest of the ammo.
He could feel the unconsciousness coming on.
"No.." he gasped.
He freed his right arm from her grasp, and used it to reach the pistol. He pulled it around and pointed it at his heart.
Here's hoping for a through and through.
It seemed to happen in slow motion, as he pulled the trigger, Rob saw flashes of the people and places he loved. He saw his dad standing at the fence of the skate park watching Rob in the bowl. He saw his mom smiling as he came home from school announcing the 'A' on his history project. He saw himself walking his husky Bart. Lastly he saw Matt. No bullet holes, no nothing. He heard Matt say, 'Guess you were right. Them women did come back to bite us in the ass.'
The bullet screamed into Rob's body, piercing his heart. It was not the through and through he'd hoped for. Rob's body went limp, and the gun fell to the ground.
B55 - Robert Adams - DEAD