Pandemic

As the darkness descends upon you, you make a last attempt to escape from the maniac with the rifle. Another blast brings you to your knees, not from contact, but pure terror. Another shot, and a bullet clips your ear, tearing off a huge chunk. So far, you have still not been hit, but the horror of someone shooting at you keeps you on the border of consciousness. You scramble to your feet once again, trying to recover from your fear. You stumble deeper into the building until you run straight into a wall. You wipe the blood gushing from your nose off and continue searching for an exit. Another shot. This time it sounded farther away. I think I've lost him, you think. At that moment, you hear a laughing in your ear and feel the barrel of a gun press into your back. "Goodbye, friend," says your attacker as he pulls the trigger.