I'm standing, facing away from George Eacker. I start counting, holding my gun in the air by two. Looking up. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven I feel the bullet penitrat my back throw me. I clench my stomach, falling to the ground. There was a bright light and now I'm somewhere unfamiliar. There's sounds of horns and people. I'm in an alleyway, without my pistol. Blood is still gushing from my stomach. I get up walking, slow, out the alley. Almost falling on a young lady as she starts saying things I don't know. I fall to the ground again and see people, tall buildings and the sky surrounding me. There's the young ladies, that I almost feel on, eyes looking down at me with such worry. Her beautiful eyes keeps me in a trance till I hear her ask, "Sir! What is your name?" I respond back weak and dying. "My name is Phillip."