Jim shut his eyes and prepared for death. He was furious to be dying this way. He was furious with himself, furious with his dad and furious with how helpless he had been in the entire situation. Despite being close to death, in the nano seconds remaining of his life, Jim still wracked his brain for something to do. He could not go like this. Yet, fear was a huge boulder blocking his thought process. Nothing seemed to go past the fact that Nat was about to pull the trigger that would take his life.
His eyes burned with tears, his nose growing hot as he thought of his children. He was very sure Mercy had them in a safe place, possibly her mother's home. He wondered how his kids would grow in this terrible world.
"Drop the gun Sharon," Cyril barked suddenly.
