''Don't you think it's boring how people talk?'' He smirked as his grip on the gun in his hand only tightened.
'' . . . I suppose , but pretty soon I'll be on the ground won't i be? '' i replied with a monotone voice and a straight line printed onto my face with dull eyes watching his every move.
''I can't think like this. . .not when this bloody bastard is here . . .''
My eyes scanned the surroundings but i couldn't possibly back out now.
I took a step back , closer the edge before a bang went off and time seemed to slow for a few seconds and quickly i felt a empty void i was slowly falling with the bullet imprinting itself through my skull into my brain and then out of the back of my head.
Quickly , i looked around where i was , apparently in my own head , my own little mind palace if you'd like the call. I seen long strips of my memories , like one of those cassette tapes.
My pupils dilated as i recalled some of my most worst and best memories .
Everything went before my eyes open quickly I could hardly contemplate of what was going on.
Soon everything became black and then suddenly- Silence.
Ah , the promise of for sure death. This is exquisite indeed. , meeting the grim reaper.
Fancy that , I wonder what suit he'll wear this time round!
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Vinyl Memories
PertualanganA series of short and small stories. I do not define this to only one genre because i'll try to include others , most of these stories may be slightly gore-y.
