Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26846606-20170123215634

 He had barely made it out alive. Whatever was after him couldn’t be pinpointed. He was chased out of his home and had to find shelter in the nearby wilderness. This chaser was armed only with a silver revolver. The chaser fired at him repeatedly. Every missed brought relief and further angst as he knew the chaser wouldn’t stop until he was dead. The man was armed too though. A black beretta was gave him more time. The man fired at the chaser, wounding his dominant hand. The chaser collapsed, grabbing his now crippled hand. The man knew that this was his chance to escape. He holstered his weapon and bolted deeper into the wilderness, trying to find a way out.



 After what felt like an hour, he paused within the coppice and began to look around. He couldn’t see sign of the other side. He turned around and was met with a bullet piercing his shoulder. He collapsed onto the ground. He pulled out his beretta and began firing rapidly in the direction the bullet had traveled from. The loud exploding gunshots turned into silent clicks. He dropped his gun and started to crawl. He didn’t make it far as the chaser was right behind him.



 The chaser stepped on his foot, stopping his crawl. He turned his body to face the chaser. He stared up and was surprised of what he saw. As the man aimed his revolver to his head, he stared at the man’s face in shock and fear. Before the bullet entered his head, he let out one word.



 “Me?”  