My footsteps harmonize with the frantic beating of my heart.
This is where it ends. All the fighting. All the betrayal. No doubt the death. All of it ends here.
My hands weakly grasp the gun. More because of their clamminess than the knife wound. I turn it. 90 degrees. 175 degrees. 360 degrees. Until the only thing stopping a bullet from piercing through my head was me... And them.
Life was once full of purpose defined by the ones living it. Then there were no people left to do that and the world died. Life was gone, purpose was gone. Leaving only a few souls to claw for survival. Then there were even fewer. Now who's to say if there are any at all.
I count down out loud Knowing that nothing will ever leave my mouth again. Dread fills my soul with pain because in truth I don't want this but even more so I don't want to come back. At least not as one of those things.
..."3"
Tears well up before they drip down to make lines on my dirt coated face.
..."2"
I'm sorry... Elle, Neara, Dustin, Kyle, Brighten... Forgive me if your seeing this.
..."1"
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