You look over to your backpack, sitting on
the floor of your car

You reach over to your backpack, and start rifling through your things,
trying to find your wallet. As you pull away from the bag, wallet
in hand, a gun pops loudly in your ear. Your sight fades. "I thought it was a gun! I thought it was a gun!"
The last words that you hear before that fades as well.


The End.