![]() ![]() ![]() She thought of Darlene, once a good friend and her first kill. Nina lived with fear before, but this was something altogether different as tears flowed to join her blood. Being behind the gun was a viscerally different experience than being on its business end. Fear, panic, pain, and a curious feeling of weightlessness took over as the large-caliber weapon tore her from gravity’s grip. The hand of an angry god slapped her as the first bullet hit. Her brain struggled to make sense of it.Įven with seconds stretching like years, the thunder of the first shot rang out, forcibly reconciling Nina with reality. As it cut the air, Nina’s heart thudded in her chest, threatening to burst. A thousand questions, starting with why, began flying through her mind as the bullet made its inexorable way from the barrel. She had to be dreaming, trapped in a nightmare that she desperately needed to end. Time stretched as things completely stopped making sense. The muzzle flash ignited the darkness of the chrome Desert Eagle’s barrel like a flare in the night. H ow did it come to this? How did I get here? Some stories only make sense when they end at the beginning. ![]()
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