Throughout my life I had imagined many possible scenarios as to how my life would come to its inevitable end. Given the past couple months, the list had definitely expanded. I always thought that no matter how I died, in the end I would go out the same way I lived my everyday life. With my dignity, beauty, and individualism intact. Out of all the possible ways I could have been "offed", this was definitely not as romantic and glorified as I had pictured. I always did have a flare for the dramatic, as my grandmother would say.
From my point across the room, I locked my own blue-gray gaze onto that of the dark-eyed hunter's, and he looked back at me. Seriously, this was such a bullshit way to go. At least I would have stood a chance against something else, anything else. Like a bear, or even a burglar. Not really, but I would have given them a real challenge before they inevitably killed the living shit out of me. This was so not acceptable.
I knew that if I had decided to use the typical "Jamison Persistence" on some other guy, I would still be back at home worrying over nothing more than," Which designer handbag or shoes do I want next?" or," I definitely need more makeup, eight lipsticks aren't nearly enough." No matter how grave my current predicament is, I would never change my previous actions. You learn to live and live to learn.
The hunter smirked at me as he strolled towards me, clearly intending to finish this once and for all.