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The images played in Leslie's eyes slowly, as though filmed by a high-speed camera. Nancy's hand was faster on the draw, and she grabbed the gun. There was no chance of winning unarmed.

Too late.

Nancy raised the gun.
Why had she done this? Why had she chased after that damn boy? Why had she gotten so pissy? Why?

Too late.

Her arm then moved, supported by the other, and began to pivot toward Leslie's body.
Why was she in this damn mess in the first place? Why did she not skip that damn trip? WHY?

Too late.

The gun was pointed square at her face. It was all over, all over, everything was over and she hadn't a damn thing to show for it!

Horrific pangs of regret, each and every single one reverberating through her mind as she feared, raged, accepted her existence coming to a close.

They didn't last long, of course. In the space of several dozen milliseconds, with her eyes only half-shut-


-the shot shattered her jaw and eviscerated her temporal and occipital lobes.
Edited by shotgunkid, Jan 22 2017, 04:51 PM.
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