Eric was feeling cold. He decided that he needed shelter and a place for the evening. So, Eric built his shelter by digging a two foot by six foot hole and covered it with broken branches. He was changing though. Having lived this lifestyle for only a day, Eric was beginning to have his doubts on how long he was actually going to be able to keep this up, but that was for another day.
The night grew wearily around the edges of the earth and slowly consumed the rest of it, one hour at a time. Death's fingers, of course, presented themselves on the shoulder of the creatures of the desert, but something more threatening was approaching. A rattlesnake sensed the warmth that was coming off of Eric's body and slowly and steadily was drawing closer and closer, so the snake drew closer. With it, the other creatures came nearer. Until eventually, Eric was surrounded by all things that desired warmth, but in a moment's notice he was awoken by the sparkling sound of a tumbleweed rolling on the desert plain. The animals scattered away from him, but the rattlesnake stood its ground and began shaking its tail. It was ready to pounce. Eric, startled by this, freaked out and did the only thing that could come to his mind. He pulled his Colt, which was now missing two bullets, and fired a shot which hit the snake. Eric then realized something that was truly the only thing that would ever matter to him. He realized that he only pulled the trigger of the gun, but the bullet had its own trajectory. This revelation began to plague his mind, and eventually the trigger inside his head was pulled, and the trajectory of this epiphany was unknown.