"Eugh."
An exhausted groan escapes my lips. Tiredness and exhaustion clothes my bones and weakens the muscles. But there is no rest for the wicked and so I must rise.
Removing blankets and pillows and everything else, I rise from the bed and start the morning rituals.
First, make a pot of coffee, after which I shall enjoy a cup of to start the day. The second, is eating breakfast with the oh so very health breakfast cereal brand. With those completed and accomplished, the morning rituals are done, and I head to my place of employment on a bike.
Affixing the helmet and flicking the stand, I head to Bobby's Pizza Esqandabanda.
The wind feels nice on my face. A beautiful green mountain lays at my side several miles away while I ride on the sidewalk. Music magnifies the experience to the heavens. While riding, I get lost in random thoughts.
How long have I been working there? A few months? Pretty sure I started back in January, and it's now August, so seven-eight months? How time flies.
It's while in these pointless thoughts that a terrifying *Bang!* drags me from them. Immediately both brakes are pulled while I look around for the sound. There's few the normal amount of cars coming and going with little to no civilians. None are acting like that sound just occurred, so did I just make it up?
*Bang!*
Same time I hear that, no actually, a little after I hear that does my midsection feel like it's being stabbed and twisted by red hot iron. Another shot rings out, *Bang!*, and more pain courses through me.
I fall down, hard, to the cold ground, my blood leaking onto its pavement. I would try to move, but all of my commands fall upon deaf ears as my body does not.
Slowly, so very slowly, does my life drain away, drain into the cracks in the pavements and to the roots and soil below. "Haha haha."
I start lightly laughing, even with the pain it incurs. I'm dying due to a shooter. How many times have I fantasized about this type of scenario and what I would do? Oh how cruel and realistic reality is.
My last memories, the last moments in my relatively short life, are me chuckling at how truly fucked my death is. What a time to be "alive".