Feeling the cold metal of your revolver grip against your fingers, you pressed up against the tree as you took deep, uneven breaths. With eyes closed, you raised the weapon towards the O'Driscoll, his back facing you. You pulled the trigger. Silence met your ears after a few moments.

Opening your eyes, you saw John, staring down at the blood seeping out his waist. He turned his head up at you, his hand gripped onto his shirt.

“You.. you shot me.” He stated, choking on his own blood.