He placed his foot on the crevice of the bridge, lifting himself up onto the bridge. He shifted his gaze onto the water that had reflected the moon off of it below him.
Death was certain if Tyler were to jump off the bridge. However, death was something that he had longed for ever since his depression took over.
Something about the general world and the way Tyler saw it made him feel so helpless. Though Tyler knew there were a whole colony of humans, it was a predator-and-prey situation. Everyone was the same, yet they had their own deadly talent that could provoke death towards someone else. Physically or Mentally.
A silent, yet horrifying ringing noise was what all Tyler could hear at the moment. His deep inhales and exhales filled the air, and shivers were sent down his spine.
Tyler took his last exhale as his arms altered from his sides to horizontal in the air. He shut his eyelids tight, and let the air be his grave. One, Two..-
"Wait!"
