Here we are in a dark and dingy room and a shiny silver bullet is placed into the rusty gun, we are sitting at the table all of us nervous but excited we put the money onto the table winner takes all.
At last it’s my turn my heart is beating rapidly and my head is thumping my palms are sweating as i put the gun to my head i start to swallow hard as i put the gun to my head and slowly press the trigger and i hear the soft click of the empty chamber i sigh a big sigh.
One after another they fall to the gun hearing the sound of the explosion the money is between me and one other person we put in the last silver bullet in to the chamber and spin it i puts the gun to my head and as i close my eyes shaking with fear i press the trigger and as i hear the explosion my life was gone as quick as a candle is put out.
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