the denouement

dated 07/16/19

I threaded my way off the dark and desolated lot as I was dragged by an unknown force from my back. I glimpsed at a figure of a 6-footer, muscular man, his face hiding behind a black mask, wearing black hoodies.

He dragged me towards the factory wall behind large trucks, his hand covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming, which wouldn't do me any good for there were no people in the middle of night wandering on that lot. His other hand gripped onto my hands while his arms clung to my body.

He leaned me on the wall and pulled out a 24-caliber gun from his jeans and pointed it on my head, ready to shoot. Pathetic and hopeless, I succumbed, closed my eyes, and thought,

"What's the purpose of pointing a gun at my head and trying to kill me, when I've been dead for so long, I've got nothing else to lose."