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Gunshot
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Normally such a sound would terrify people. The promise of death, of some foreign object tearing it's way through your body, the destruction of your self. The blood that would flow, the screams that would be heard, the fear in the air so thick it could be felt. The horror of death, the absolute terror of unbeing, the dread of knowing that eyes would not open again. Those always accompanied the sound of a gun being fired. He had always feared that sound, fearing even more what it was heralding. Imminent pain if not death for those around him. It was petrifying.
But now, the sound was reassuring, for more than one reason. It reminded him of where he was and pushed him closer to his goal. It reminded him of the fragility of humanity, and kept him pushing for survival. It echoed in his ears, attaching him to this world and that moment. It reminded him that she was behind him. That she would protect him.