The silence amongst the street continued. It was deafening, after the chaos of flying bullets that had occurred.

He was stuck onto the ground, leaning against a rotting car, slowly bleeding out. The warmth of his own body heat slowly slipping away as each minute passed.

Was there any person out there that was able to help? He silently doubted that there would be, but the lingering hope of being saved was ironic, considering how he wished he was gone mere moments ago..

Until he caught sight of your gaze. Stuck from afar. Do you do something?..