Fight!

I feel the cold, familiar weight of my trusty Colt Peacemaker, holstered under my jacket. My blood boils with anger and desperation as I realize that I have **** but to make a stand. The officers' weapons are drawn, and their numbers far outweigh my own, but I'm not about to let them take me down without a fight.

My hand drops inside my jacket, and with a swift, fluid motion, I draw my revolver, the metal scraping against leather as it's pulled free. The sudden movement catches the police by surprise, and in that brief moment, I have a chance. I raise my Peacemaker, taking aim at the lead officer, and pull the trigger.

A sharp crack echoes through the air as a bullet strikes him, bursting his head like a ripe melon. The sudden realization that I'm not just bluffing sparks a wave of chaos through the group. Bullets begin to fly as the cops open fire. I duck and weave, using the nearby cars for cover. I fire five more shots, scoring five mortal wounds, before my cylinder is empty.

Sirens blare in the distance, and I can see more police reinforcements racing towards the scene. It's a losing battle, but I'm determined to take as many of them with me as possible. I press myself against the cold metal of the car, grateful for the meager protection it provides. I can feel the thud of my heart as I frantically work to reload my gun, my hands slick with sweat.

I hear the heavy thud of footsteps approaching, and I know it won't be long before the officers have me surrounded. My vision blurs with rage as I **** myself to focus, needing to make my last shots count. I take a deep breath and peek over the hood of the car, my revolver ready. The sight of the oncoming officers fills my field of vision, and I open fire.

Bullets scream through the air, and I can hear the sickening thuds as my rounds hit their targets. One officer falls, and another stumbles, but the sheer number of police officers bears down on me, their automatic weapons unleashing a hail of lead. In a final, **** act, I aim for the nearest officer and fire. My last round hitd its mark, and the sound of my gun clicking empty fills my ears.

My defenses stripped, I'm left exposed, and the barrage of gunfire that follows washes over me. Round aftet round hammers into my body. My leather jacket is warded to protect me, but it can't stop this much damage. My vision darkens, and I collapse to the ground, the taste of blood in my mouth.

Lying on the pavement of the parking lot, I know that it's over. I've fought to the bitter end, but in the end, the overwhelming forces of law and order have claimed their prize. Breathing labored, my life slipping away, I wish I could have made different decisions, ones that might have spared me this bloody, solitary end.

As the world around me starts to fade, a soft breeze brushes against my cheek. My final thoughts are of the world that I'm leaving behind. In that quiet, final moment, I accept that there are no second chances, no rewrites, and as darkness engulfs me, the last flicker of my existence fades away, leaving nothing but an empty shell on the asphalt.

THE END