“It’s her,” I hear myself yell, “it’s all her!” I point at Mandy. “She’s got a gun and she wants to kill me, stop her, stop her! Shoot her!”
Moving on reflex, I grab my gun and start unloading bullets into Mandy’s prone body. What am I doing? This was not supposed to go like this.
I hear someone yell at me to stop so I point my gun in the direction of the voice and pull the trigger again and again. The third time, I pull the trigger and nothing happens. I’m out of bullets. That sucks.
I feel my body do a spastic little dance, and then I’m on the floor, pumped full of bullets, bleeding out of every orifice. As everything goes dim, I can’t help but think I somehow deserved this.