Ambushed

Crack, I feel it burn, as it tears right through my flesh. The bullet came from nowhere, , it missed my vest. Cold, yet strangely feeling warm, I watch the red patch grow. I reach for my own firearm, but that arm, it just won’t go. Crash, there goes our windshield, the glass keeps raining down. I crawl out of the driver’s seat, as my partner hits the ground. From underneath I see him, the life has left his eyes. Limitless rage has filled me, as I glance up at the skies. My weapon arm is shattered, the first bullet hit the bone. Reaching with my other hand, I hope this guy’s alone. I clicked it from its holster as I felt him drawing near. He came around the corner, he drew, I froze in fear. I watched in zoomed slow motion, as the hammer slowly cocked. The trigger pulled, the hammer fell, I waited for the shock. Click, he’s out of ammo, I raise my shaking hand and scream, As my Bullet pierced his forehead, I wake, in sweat, a dream.