Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 18:33:29 GMT -5
Tovarisch saw the barrel of the gun rise to greet him, and time seemed to slow. Memory served him right, and fear overran his undead brain. He knew what was staring him down, and he could see his fate approaching. The world flashed white as the gun went off, and then went back as his brain painted the wall behind him.