Darkness.
She realised now, as she stared into the dark eyes of a killer, that she would not get out of here alive. It was this realisation that somehow calmed the erratic beating of her heart, so she was left waiting coolly for death. She was not scared - there was no way to prevent her murder - why should she be? As the bearded man aimed the gun at her head, only one thought ran through her mind before she died: What she hadn't stopped when she heard the click of a gun being loaded?
Darkness.
