Desolated life

The time was now or never. Tracy pointed out the gun to Jack who was now shivering, shaking all over about to wet his trousers. Mora closed her eyes crying out loud and begging Tracy to think twice of what she was about to do. What she didn't know was that the more she talked the more Tracy got angry and convinced to devour the creature before her. She pulled the trigger slowly while closing her eyes, no last words, she was also afraid to kill. When the sound of the gun popped up, Jack was lying on the floor blood oozing from his forehead. The greatest playboy was now masked, trapped and brought down. Tracy, shocked she was, dropped the gun, opened the hardwood door and started running. Her mind was confused and tortured in a way.