Earl took a few steps back from the door in the confusion. He looked around wildly and heard the bullet smash through the glass window. The bullet hit him in the back on the right hand side and blood sprayed out across his hands. He stared at it for a few seconds and watched as the droplets of blood slip down his arms and dripped of his elbows.

He stumbled forward and fell onto his left knee. He felt cold. This was it. He didn't feel sad. He had lived a life before all this and he remembered it well. He felt sorry for the younger ones. To him, this was just one chapter in the book of his life but to them it was much more than that.

He searched his mind for a reason to fight it, but none came. He gave in, fell to the ground and rolled onto his back...