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The machinegun rattles and leaves me with a bellyful of M16 slugs.

Already weak from my previous shootout and near death I know I won't survive.

I writhe on the bed for a few minutes and finally breathe my last.

Now at least I'll be able to get some rest!

My death struggle continues....

He lingers so that he can enjoy looking at my dead body.

He leaves my dead body to be discovered...eventually.