Note: Just a demented idea I got after replaying RE2. R and R please!
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I See
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I can see how it will end for him.
He will be patrolling the halls, like he has been doing for an hour, killing the occasional undead. He will not know I am around the corner behind him.
I will make sure my gun is loaded, and, seeing that it is, I will turn the corner.
His back will be twoards me, not expecting anybody who is still alive to attack him. He will be wrong in that belief.
I will take careful aim at him, right in the center of his back, right at his heart. I will allow myself to grin as I pull the trigger, causing a perfect hole to appear.
He will pitch forward, surprised and in pain, as blood erupts from his back. He will drop his gun, cry out in pain.
I will walk up to him, laying facedown on the floor, blood pooling around his dying body. I will place my boot under his shoulder, and flip him over, as he cringes in pain.
He will look in my face, in shock and anger, as the life slowly dries up within him.
And I will laugh, I will laugh loudly at him, as he dies, for I am still alive, because I rule this town. Not the mayor, not Umbrella, me. And he will know that as he dies, because I will stare him in the eyes.
I heard him walk into the hallway, gun probably pointed up as he wearily looks for the dead. I pull back on the slider, and seeing the bullet, I turn the corner...
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I hope this wasn't too weird for you guys. Still, even if it was, please drop a review!