i.

josh's hand stiffens around the grip of the gun, his skin of his knuckles split open and oozing his own vermillion blood. his index finger twitches to the trigger and then it's just him and the gun - him and death.

as he looks into the eyes of the man kneeling on the ground, he hesitates.

this is who he is. this is who he's become. an unrecognizable image of a man forced to kill.

he pulls the trigger.