you were the last alive of your team, limping down that cursed, cracked sidewalk that you had walked past many times. this, would be the last time you did. a bullet wedged in your lower abdomen, blood, saliva, sweat, and tears mixed on your face, coating it. a dead body of your once healthy, happy, best friend, slung over your shoulder. The blood of both, dripping onto the pavement, the only sign of your escape, the only sign of your soon to be death. your face sunken into a blank expression.