I have no idea where I am, or where I am going, but I am running. The camera is shaking, not focusing, keeping the
focus in the peripheral. The sounds of gunshots,
shouting, dying and crushing bone echo in my
skull. Then a man, obese, laying on his back.
Everything stops. He is sobbing, knees are
destroyed, shot out with two, carefully placed bullet holes,
I look at him, stuck in a hole of his own inability, my
anti-image so clear. I don't know if he's on
my side; standing, I look, still.
sobs, he begs, "Please, kill me".
I feel nothing. Not even empty. Just nothing. And I shoot him. Right in the face.
With my left hand, I put the gun to my own head, and pull the trigger.
Then Nothing. The absence of everything; the true vacuum.
I woke up.